FLASHES; ✔️

Chapter Twenty-Two;

Chapter Twenty-Two

Two Days Ago

Jensen had stepped in the bathroom to make a phone call, which wasn't really like him, but you figured maybe it was his mother and he wanted to talk to her with a little bit more privacy. When he emerged it looked like he had seen a ghost.

Like he was on autopilot, he walked towards you and sat back down on the couch. "Sorry about that," he mumbled, more to himself than to either of us.

"Are you okay?" You asked, your heart picking up speed at his sudden change in attitude.

Slowly, he blinked, his eyes turning and focusing in on you. It was like he was trying to remember where he was. "Uh, yeah, yeah. I'm fine."

For the rest of the day, Jensen was just off. You couldn't quite pin point it, but whomever he had called in the bathroom had clearly given him something to think about. Even your mother picked up on it as he set the table robotically for Christmas dinner, which was more like Christmas snacking and binging on favorite movies.

When Mom finally went into her room for the night, and after she stressed the importance of safe sex as well as communication, did you snag your present for Jensen before slipping into the bathroom.

Smoothing the lacy material over your stomach and picking up breasts, making sure that you looked your best, did you emerge. For the first time all day, Jensen's face lit up and a smirk teasing at the corner of his mouth.

"Well," you strutted over to him, still trying to keep quiet. You could hear your mom swearing to herself as she was most likely trying to figure out her new laptop worked. "What do you think of your present?"

He eyed you up and down slowly, like he was trying to remember this moment perfectly. Usually you felt the need to blush when he scanned over your body like that, but something about this outfit made you feel confident as hell.

"I think I want to take my sweet time unwrapping it."

You knew that Gen was going to get a long and sincere thank-you note when you guys got back.

Reaching where he was sitting on the couch, you plopped yourself down in his lap, already feeling the his excitement pushing into you. "Don't take too long."

His eyes softened momentarily before he grabbed a handful of the material, hiking it up enough to see that you weren't wearing anything underneath. He groaned, pushing his lips into the nap of your neck causing you to squirm in his lap. "You know, I'm sure I could find a way to get a hotel room for the night."

"Why would we need a hotel room?"

His lips moved against your neck, kissing somewhere between your earlobe and the top of your collarbone. "Because the things I want to do to you, there is no way in hell you would be quiet."

Before you even had a moment to be for or against his suggestion, he had you pinned between his body and the couch, a wicked smile on those plump lips of his. He licked his lips as he looked you over once more, a hand making its way towards where you were aching the most for him.

"But I don't think I can wait that long."

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The two of you had finally returned to your Vancouver apartment, clothes still in suitcases and all over the floor, taking full advantage of having the privacy you had been aching to have since the night he told you he loved you. He hadn't been kidding Christmas night about the things he wanted to do to you; the man had to keep a hand over your mouth the whole time.