Why Yes, I Do Eat Ice Cream For Dinner[JT]

[jacob]

An interesting thing about Jacob was that he didn’t always realize how unique his brain could be. Had anyone else experienced the moment he’d just had, they might have been worried that they could have such a revelation in just a quick second. To him, thoughts being seen very vividly was nothing new because of his understanding of psychology and brain functioning. He wasn’t a genius necessarily, but the areas he did know, he knew extremely well.

Her question was an appropriate one, considering the evidence she’d noticed in his living room. “When I was younger I almost exclusively visited Psychology classes,” he said, confirming her thoughts. It was still his favorite, but things had changed as he’d gotten older. “Since then though, I’ve expanded to history, sociology, and of course, women’s studies,” he said with a light laugh. It was true though, and in fact, his women’s studies lectures were some of the most eye-opening of all the classes he’d experienced anyways.

The fact that neither of them had too much affiliation with Zeus was astounding considering how much electricity was in his bedroom at the moment. Nike and JT had some serious physical chemistry that could make a bystander’s hair stand up. How they possibly could compose themselves at all when they were together and being affectionate was beyond JT. He didn’t do much of a good job anyways. In fact, if he was at all composed they wouldn’t be in the bedroom right now anyways. Their passion was the type of stuff that others could only wish they experienced. (Probably how they won couple of the month lol.)

As was usually the case with Nike, her words and body were saying two totally different things. Her flushed cheeks and widened eyes were tell-tell signs that she’d been unnerved completely. So much so that like him, she probably could have spent the rest of the night in this bed with JT. Of course, in true Nike fashion, her words said something different. He would be silly to think she was seriously just here for the food considering well… their current position…

… Or considering their new position as well. It was JT’s turn to have his eyes widened. He knew full well that she was the Goddess of Speed and Strength, but every now and again he fooled himself into thinking he was in some kind of control. Any physical control he had though was clearly just a matter of her allowing it. Perhaps with other men, they’d have been worried about being with a woman who could manhandle (maybe womanhandle is more appropriate) them with such ease. Not JT though, not even a chance. He found her power extremely sexy.

What he didn’t find sexy was her ability to resist him. He bit back the urge to say “damn” but he knew that her hearing was really good by now. He just smiled and took her hand as he got himself off of the bed as well. He didn’t quite like the idea that she was going to be the last one in control though, and JT being the stubborn man that he is couldn’t leave it alone. Having her hand in his still, he reached around with his other hand and scooped her up again. He grabbed her up her but and began walking with her out the bedroom door.

He did ultimately let go of her hand to get a better hold on her. By better, it was more controlled since he had a good grip on her. That wasn’t the only reason he deemed it “better” though. His off hand held her butt much more directly than the other. Had his apartment been bigger, the hand not on her butt might have had enough time to get jealous of the one that was. In case it wasn’t clear by now, JT understood that he really, really liked her butt. He was almost temped to walk up some stairs behind her again, but he knew that wasn’t going to happen.

He begrudgingly let her down when they got out of the hallway and in to the living room. He definitely wanted to keep holding her, but he was going to need some hands to cook this meal. He gave her a smirk and slightly bent down to kiss her on her chin. “I hope you like Mongolian Barbecue, only a fine recipe would do for such a…” he paused momentarily looking her up and down. Damn she looked so good it was going to be tough to concentrate at all on cooking. … “Would do for such a beautiful girl.” He finally finished the thought and tried to make a note to himself that he would do better to complete sentences like the scholar he was in the future.



Tag: Nike
Words: 825
Notes: Hooray!

[*nike*]

The elementary school definition of like, as in ‘like’ like seemed inadequate for what Nike was feeling. Her feelings now were complicated, but yet oh so simple at the same time. She knew what she feeling, but if someone asked her to explain them, she wouldn’t be able to. It was one of those things that simply couldn’t be put into words no matter how hard a person tried. Her eyes might be able to express it, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to allow her eyes to do that. She didn’t like to make herself any more vulnerable than she needed to be. Although if the goddess was being honest, she was already beyond the point of vulnerability where she was comfortable being. It was easy for JT to play with her emotions, even if he didn’t know that he was doing it. Most of the time, she was able to hide her feelings and reactions to certain things, and so that made her thoughts less noticeable than his were. She’d openly say that most of the time he was pretty easy to read. And she could also say that she liked that small fact about him. If he hadn’t been so easy to read then she may not have been as openly flirtatious, and they probably wouldn’t have ended up where they were now. Now, being how they felt about each other, not as in now at his apartment, though that would’ve been affected as well.

“I always knew my little JT was brilliant,” She reached up, ruffling his hair with her fingers. As she dropped her hand, she realized the mistake she had made of slipping the word ‘my’ into her sentence. It had just felt right when it rolled off of her tongue. Now it felt almost like it was going to lead to some oddly awkward silence, but maybe JT wouldn’t think anything of it. Nike tended to overanalyze things, like she was doing at the moment. Though he was all about psychology so it was likely that he overanalyzed things as well. She really needed to stop having this mental talks with herself, she found that they were probably unhealthy. She’d ask the demi-god about them, but then he’d probably inform her that she was crazy. And guys like him didn’t like crazy girls. Or at least it seemed likely that they didn’t. Women’s studies? She honestly wasn’t surprised by that. “You ever think about actually majoring in one of those subjects?” It would be most impressive if he decided to. Well even if he didn’t, Nike still found it impressive that he even attended the lectures.

Apparently someone didn’t always remember that Nike was stronger than them, because JT’s eyes widened considerably. Not to sound cocky about things, but JT was really only in control because Nike let him be. She could have outplayed any move that he decided to make. She had both the strength and the speed for it. “Weren’t expecting that?” She asked, her lips curved upward in amusement. The question didn’t even need to be asked because she was almost certain that he wasn’t expecting it.

After half-tugging him off of the bed, she laced her fingers with his yet again before turning to start walking towards the door. Another small yelp escaped her lips as her legs were swept up off the floor again. “Was that really necessary?” She raised an eyebrow. She couldn’t help but be slightly suspicious that maybe he was only doing that for some sort of reason related to his masculinity. Like that he had to be the one in control in this relationship because he was the guy. Nike also considered asking if the hand on her butt was necessary, but she had the feeling that he might actually respond by saying ‘yes’. He was pretty open about his opinions about her appearance. He’d obviously stated that he was checking her out, and earlier he’d also admitted to checking her out on the stairway again.

It was obvious though that the goddess didn’t really protest the position. She didn’t particularly mind being held by JT, and despite the fact that she was going to tease him about his hand placement, she didn’t mind that either. If he had taken his hand from hers at any other time she may have been disappointed, but she wasn’t at the moment. Instead of dropping her own hand, she slid the both of them up onto his shoulders. Her fingers certainly didn’t mind the change of pace from his hand to his nicely defined shoulders. In fact the change was probably welcomed.

Smirks were annoying, but in JT’s case they certainly were not. Instead of being annoying they were simply sexy instead. That smirk was one of the reasons that she tilted her head down to catch his kiss on her lips instead of her chin. “Sounds delicious,” She refrained from making a comment about how she found his lips even more delicious, mostly because that would embarrass her like nothing else. The son of Dionysus would probably appreciate the comment though. “Now come on, I’d love to watch the chef cook,” Nike smiled, leading the way to the kitchen, not bothering to look to see if he was following.

Tag; JT
Word Count; 918

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