Jet Black Heart (Jean x Reader Oneshot)

Part Two ~ Oh No He's Hot

'I look fine, right?' you thought as you pulled your shirt down over yourself.
You examined yourself in the mirror and judged how you looked.

You wore a plain black v-neck t-shirt, black and grey stone-wash jeans and your kick-ass combat boots. Your (h/l) (h/c) hair flowed about you and made your face seem angelic. Your (e/c) eyes glowed with excitment for what was to come and your lips curved up into a smile. You twisted around in front of the mirror and fist-pumped.

'Let's do this!' your inner-self screamed.

You didn't hesitate to run out your door and run down the hallway. Completely forgetting to close the door by the way. You bumped into someone but that didn't faze you. You simply yelled, "Sorry mate!"

You made your way past the stables and saw the big old oak tree. You saw a sleeping Jean under the tree and you smiled but you wondered, 'Was he there for a long time?'

Walking toward Jean, you saw he had a book under his hand. His body was slumped against the tree and his head was tilted to one side. 'Isn't that painful?'

You crouched down and sat cross-legged beside him. 'He looks so relaxed . . .' You looked down at the book in his hand and saw it was for the exam that you both took a week ago.

You noticed that he was still in his uniform. Not that you were complaining or anything. He did look rather dashing in it. Your eyes wandered to his chest and immediately noticed how snug the uniform is, and how it showed how muscular he is. You watched as his chest rose and fell with his slow breathing from sleep. 'Dang..would I like to run my hands over his chest...'

You averted your eyes to his face. His hair moved with the wind and you couldn't help but run a hand through his hair. Just as you had guessed before, his hair was soft. Oh, how you wished you could wake up to his face in the morning, in your bed. To see him smile at you and whisper 'Good Morning' to you while caressing your hair...

You smiled and looked at his lips. His almost perfect, totally kissable, soft looking lips.

Many of times you had wondered what they felt like. Were they soft? Rough? Was he a good kisser? You had especially wondered what they would feel like against your own . . .

You shook your head and covered your face. 'Oh God, I'm acting like an old pervert!....but....I'm just too curious..'

You looked around to see if anyone was near or snooping about, but you saw no one. You bit your lip and slapped your inner-self for being so perverted and daring.

You slowly started to lean forward a little. And a little more. Anndd a little more. Until your lips were only centimeters from his. All you had to do was tilt your head and close in those centimeters.

But . . .

You couldn't do it. You wanted to, but you only wanted to kiss him when he himself wanted to kiss you in return.
You sighed and sat back.

You wanted to wake him up so you and him could 'study' so you poked his chest and said, "Jean, Jean, Jean, Jean, Jean get up, Jean, Jean please, . . . . Hello? Are you dead?"

Your poking proved to no avail. You changed tactics and poked his face saying, "Horseface, Horseface, Horseface, Horseface. . . ."

You sighed. You wanted him to wake up. So you did something that you really didn't want to do.

You slapped him.

Jean snorted awake and accidentally knocked you backwards. Jean frantically looked around and found you laying on the ground, hair askew.

"Well, I'm never going to do that again," you said as you fixed your hair and dusted grass off of you.

You took a glance at Jean and saw him red in the face and crawling after you.
Eyes widening, you backed up because you knew what was coming.

Jean ended up tumbling down on top of you, landing with a 'Oof!'

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I know this is short but I really needed to update. KACI. I DID THIS FOR YOU. HOPE YA LIKE IT~!

[Edited 1/22/17]