Treacherous Temptations [Chaennie]

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"Roseanne."

The blonde pushed herself off the shiny metal against which she had been leaning. She smiled slightly before taking a step towards Jennie but paused, as if thinking walking closer wouldn't be the best idea.

"How have you been?" she asked eventually, hands shoved in the pockets of her tight blue jeans.

"Not great," Jennie admitted, watching the blonde curiously. "What are you doing here Roseanne?"

"I wanted to talk to you. To explain to you. I'm so sorry about Monday night. I was overwhelmed and scared and I reacted badly. I shouldn't have kicked you out like that and I regretted it the minute the door shut behind you."

"You mean, you regretted it the minute you shut the door on me?" Jennie said, a little coldly.

"Yes," Roseanne nodded. "Can we go somewhere to talk? Please?"

Jennie glanced up and down the quiet street on which Firehouse 7 was sat. After a moment's hesitation the brunette nodded shortly and set off without a word, Roseanne hurrying to catch her up. Soon, the two women were entering a small coffee shop the next street over.

"I've never been here," Roseanne mused, looking in wonder at the different jars containing coffee beans from all over the world and taking in the heavenly smell.

"I make a point to scout out all the good cafes when I first move to a new city," Jennie said, moving to the counter and ordering her own flat white. "What do you want?"

"I've got these," Roseanne insisted, nudging Jennie gently aside with her hip and ordering herself a vanilla latte.

When their drinks were ready, Jennie led them to a small table, tucked way in the corner of the cafe. Taking a sip of the hot liquid, Jennie placed her mug down and raised her head to look at last into the green eyes before her.

"So?" she prompted.

"I panicked," Roseanne stated. "I kissed you and I panicked. I told myself I would never get involved with anyone else from work again. It's not worth it. Not for us, not for the firehouse, and not for the people who need our help. We have to be focused on the victims on every call, not worrying about each other."

Roseanne paused, took a sip of her drink and wiped her mouth before continuing. "I got scared because in that moment, when I tasted," Roseanne swallowed thickly, "you for the first time, I realised I was crazy about you. I care a lot about you Jennie and in our line of work, that can be a problem. A problem that can endanger lives."

Jennie nodded slowly. She understood what Roseanne was saying. She really did. She just wasn't sure she was able to turn her feelings off the way the blonde seemed capable of. And she didn't want to.

"So what, we simply forget Monday night ever happened?" Jennie said at last. "I forget how you make my feel when you smile at me. I ignore the pounding of my heart when I look into your eyes? Because I'm not sure that's an option for me, Roseanne. It's been a very long time since I've felt like this and I don't know if I'm willing to give it up."

"You have to," Roseanne said, her voice little more than a whisper. "We can't do this, Jennie. We really can't.

"You make it sound so easy," Jennie said. "Like you flick a switch and forget everything I know you feel for me."

"It's not easy," Roseanne countered. "This is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Stopping that kiss was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. But we both know it was the right decision."

"Who says?"

"Logic. Reason. A sense of responsibility to my job and the badge I wear. A sense of responsibility to you and your work," Roseanne answered.