Jean and Danny

Jean and Danny 10

I woke up to the sound of rattling in the kitchen. When I realized Danny and his thrumming heart were no longer beside me, I shot up immediately, launched into a state of alertness I hadn't thought I could feel. I slid from the bed, which I had been placed in properly, and blanketed appropriately, then walked cautiously and quietly towards the kitchenette.

Danny was opening cupboards and searching wildly for something, though he seemed to be trying to be quite about it. "Bugger," he snapped, as he rose properly to his feet, then quietly closed a cupboard.

He almost jumped put of he skin when he'd seen me. He'd been quite when he'd jumped in the air, but that didn't stop the squeak from emerging from his throat.

"J-Jean!" He snapped, placing a hand over his chest, and sighing with relief.

"Sorry," I replied, with a bit of a chuckle. "What're you looking for?"

He blinked, then a cheeky grin appeared on his face. "It's a lot better now that you're here. You'll probably know where the pots and stuff are, right?" He asked, hopeful.

I pointed to the stove that was behind him, and the three pots that were placed on it, readily awaiting to be used. "Those?" I offered, lamely.

Danny chuckled dryly. "Those are the ones," he admitted scratching the back of his head, and turning on the stove.

I raised my eyebrow. "What're you cooking?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. I didn't think we had anything in the house that he could cook.

"I went and bought some stuff from the supermarket while you were sleeping. I'm just gonna mix stuff together and hope it turns out okay," he admitted, chuckling a little.

I nodded, though I was certainly very skeptical. I mean, yes, I cooked the exact same way, but at least I knew what I was doing... And where the pots were.

After that, I decided to help out, and grabbed all of the ingredients, checked them properly, and managed to make a good meal. There were a few incidents, and I also found out that Danny was practically useless in the kitchen, so he had to stand in the corner and watch for most of the time... But I had a feeling he liked that more than he should have, for some reason.

When it was finished, I wouldn't have really called it much of a meal. It was some steak, vegetables and macaroni and cheese, but at least it looked kind of presentable, and it smelled pretty nice.

I passed a plate to Danny, and he smiled appreciatively down at me. "Thanks. I didn't have to burn myself to make this for you," he teased, with a bit of a laugh.

I shrugged. "You can make dessert, if you want. I've never met anyone who's burnt themselves scooping ice cream into a bowl," I offered, cheekily.

He nodded with enthusiasm, which surprised me just a little bit. "Sure! I love ice cream!"

I smiled as we went back into my bedroom, then sat on my bed to eat, with a couple of cups of soft drink with them. We ate in relative silence, except for the odd moan from Danny,because of how much he enjoyed my cooking. It made me blush, and I think he was just exaggerating, but he was getting the result he wanted, I guess.

Once Danny finished eating, he playfully kissed me on the cheek. I kissed his cheek in return, and then he kissed me on the cheek again. After that... We had a cheek kissing war. Hey, despite what you might think, when it comes to being polite, I'm very competitive!

After about twenty minutes, and another round of that ridiculous new thing that Danny had introduced me to, we stopped, and I was finally able to finish my dinner.

After that, we had dessert, which Danny organized. Though, not surprisingly, he had trouble scooping the ice-cream into the bowls. Well, we didn't have a scoop or anything, so he had to use a regular spoon, and I wasn't sure how long the ice cream had been sitting in the freezer since I'd last had some, so I wasn't too surprised when it had come out frigid.

As payback for making Danny work so hard to the get ice cream, though, he was quite happy to scoop some melted bits onto my face, and then lick them off. I, however, wasn't exactly pleased, but it looked hilarious, and felt adorably embarrassing, which is why I didn't mind too much. If he'd been using anything other than melted ice cream, though, I think I might've been upset. I mean, I was just thankful I wasn't having cheesecake for dessert this time. That'd be really difficult to clean of someone's face!

"Oh, you've still got some on your face," Danny informed me, once he stood up from the bed, with both of our empty bowls in hand, smirking devilishly.

"Oh?" I stammered, surprised, then started to reach up to my face with my arm, but was cut off by his soft, cold lips on mine. His sugary taste filled my mouth, as he kissed me so hard that my mouth opened a little, and I laughed a little. What a cheeky way to trick someone into a kiss.

He broke the kiss, then licked slightly below my lips, running his tongue across my lower lip in the process, making me blush.

He clicked his tongue as he pulled away. "Got it," he assured me, but I rubbed my face clean with my sleeve, just in case. I didn't want him coming back for seconds. That could be dangerous. Or... Fun? I wasn't sure which one frightened me more, but I didn't really mind it that much, I guess.

The way he was touching me... And how we were playing around with each other like that... It meant we were getting closer, right? It wasn't just smiles and hugs anymore. My heart still thudded cheerily whenever he did something, though... But it was different now. It had different intensity rates, and could make me feel nice in different ways.

I guess I'd fully tuned into the Danny radio, if certain frequencies could change the way I felt, right down to my very core like that. I mean, what else could those sparks be? I loved them too much to get rid of them or dislike them, so of course they were good! Being around Danny was very good for me, because I had so much fun around him, and he had lots of fun around me.

Plus... I was learning a whole bunch of new things every day when I was around him. I looked over at the magazine on the floor nearby, which was now closed, but still revealing an ill-clad woman, smirking evilly at me.

Oh. So that was where Danny had picked the looks up from! I shuddered a bit when I realized that he'd have to look at those women a lot to pick up their looks, but for some reason, it didn't seem to bother me as much as I think it should have.

I picked up the magazine, and flicked through it leisurely, looking for articles of words. It was completely empty, and unsurprisingly, the woman weren't giving me any of those fantastic, tingling sparks that I got from Danny.

Huh. I guess I was 100% not into girls at all.

I frowned as I contemplated that.

Did that mean.... Danny wasn't 100% into guys?

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