Oh gosh, after the last chapter my emotions are all over the place...
Chip came bouncing over. “It worked, you guys! My song worked!”
HAHAHAHAHHA XD
Pffft Greg smoking a J as if it were nobody's business... I love this. xD
“I don’t understand how, but you’re here.” He hesitated. “It wasn’t because of Chip’s song, was it?”
Greg laughed. “Good God, no. That’s the kind of thing that makes you want to stay in the glove compartment, not come out.”
*snort*
Now Jeff felt as if they were two puzzle pieces that he’d had to pound together with the side of his fist to make them fit.
*hands Jeff a hammer and glares* MAKE. IT. FIT. O__O
*cries with Greg* nooo, no, my baby. He went through so much *hugs him tight, sings lullabies, and strokes his cheek trying not to mess his pompadour* shhh, it's alright now, baby. Shh. Mamma Naty's here. And Jeff's all head over heels for you, so it's okay. *sob*
Greg looked down at his hands. Jeff’s fingers were laced through his own, and Greg couldn’t be sure where his hands ended and Jeff’s began. “And now....” He hesitated. “Now it’s you I don’t want to let go of.”
Jeff’s breath caught. “I don’t want to let go of you either,” he whispered. Jeff was almost afraid to move, to speak again. He imagined that he was the only thing keeping Greg tethered to this earth, and if he let go, he would lose him again.
*bounces in her seat*
Oh, damn car. -_-
“I come here a lot,” Jeff said softly. “It’s a good place to think.”
Greg picked up Jeff’s hand again and began to move his thumb in slow circles on his palm. “And what are you thinking now?” he said, his voice low.
Jeff regarded Greg through half-lidded eyes, as hypnotized by the rhythm of Greg’s touch as Greg had been by the ocean waves. “I’m thinking it might be a good place for other things, too.”
Greg inclined his head, looking at Jeff as though weighing up a decision. Tentatively he reached out to touch him, but Jeff caught Greg’s wrist halfway, pinning it in mid-air with a grip that was anything but tentative. Greg let out a startled exclamation. With his free hand, Jeff cupped the back of Greg’s head and pulled him close, silencing him with his mouth. Greg’s surprise yielded to desire as the kiss grew insistent and probing. Jeff twined his fingers through the hair at the nape of Greg’s neck, digging his fingernails into the soft skin. Greg moaned into Jeff’s mouth, and his shoes fell from his hand and landed with a soft thud on the sand.
When they finally broke apart, Greg was looking at Jeff with undisguised desire — and fascination, Jeff realized. “Well, you were the one who said I should be less passive,” Jeff said, affecting a look of pure innocence. “And if you’re going to let the cat out of the bag, so to speak, then you’ve got to be ready for whatever happens next.”
“So the cat’s well and truly out of the bag, huh?” Greg said, eyeing Jeff appraisingly. He hooked a proprietary finger in Jeff’s belt loop and tugged him closer. “Then come here, kitten,” he said, and eased Jeff down onto the sand.
Jeff would deny it later, but Greg swore he heard him purr in response.
“I don’t know how good I’m going to be at needing other people after being out of practice for so long,” he admitted, fingering the buttons on Jeff’s shirt. “Hey, did you know you’ve got this thing on inside out?”
“Did you know you’re wearing my tie?”
Greg glanced down. “Touché.”
Jeff grinned triumphantly. “See? That’s one thing you need me for already. Someone’s got to keep track of our ties.”
xD These two....
The ending. THE ENDING!! *flails some more*
Do you have any idea of what this fic did to me?! lkcfnsdljnfgsdlngsdfg so cute and awesome and funny and sad and good and asljkdfaslfndfwñeufg I loved it! SO much! :'D I can't believe it's over now... Noes. :( <3.
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Chip came bouncing over. “It worked, you guys! My song worked!”
HAHAHAHAHHA XD
Pffft Greg smoking a J as if it were nobody's business... I love this. xD
“I don’t understand how, but you’re here.” He hesitated. “It wasn’t because of Chip’s song, was it?”
Greg laughed. “Good God, no. That’s the kind of thing that makes you want to stay in the glove compartment, not come out.”
*snort*
Now Jeff felt as if they were two puzzle pieces that he’d had to pound together with the side of his fist to make them fit.
*hands Jeff a hammer and glares* MAKE. IT. FIT. O__O
*cries with Greg* nooo, no, my baby. He went through so much *hugs him tight, sings lullabies, and strokes his cheek trying not to mess his pompadour* shhh, it's alright now, baby. Shh. Mamma Naty's here. And Jeff's all head over heels for you, so it's okay. *sob*
Greg looked down at his hands. Jeff’s fingers were laced through his own, and Greg couldn’t be sure where his hands ended and Jeff’s began. “And now....” He hesitated. “Now it’s you I don’t want to let go of.”
Jeff’s breath caught. “I don’t want to let go of you either,” he whispered. Jeff was almost afraid to move, to speak again. He imagined that he was the only thing keeping Greg tethered to this earth, and if he let go, he would lose him again.
*bounces in her seat*
Oh, damn car. -_-
“I come here a lot,” Jeff said softly. “It’s a good place to think.”
Greg picked up Jeff’s hand again and began to move his thumb in slow circles on his palm. “And what are you thinking now?” he said, his voice low.
Jeff regarded Greg through half-lidded eyes, as hypnotized by the rhythm of Greg’s touch as Greg had been by the ocean waves. “I’m thinking it might be a good place for other things, too.”
Greg inclined his head, looking at Jeff as though weighing up a decision. Tentatively he reached out to touch him, but Jeff caught Greg’s wrist halfway, pinning it in mid-air with a grip that was anything but tentative. Greg let out a startled exclamation. With his free hand, Jeff cupped the back of Greg’s head and pulled him close, silencing him with his mouth. Greg’s surprise yielded to desire as the kiss grew insistent and probing. Jeff twined his fingers through the hair at the nape of Greg’s neck, digging his fingernails into the soft skin. Greg moaned into Jeff’s mouth, and his shoes fell from his hand and landed with a soft thud on the sand.
When they finally broke apart, Greg was looking at Jeff with undisguised desire — and fascination, Jeff realized. “Well, you were the one who said I should be less passive,” Jeff said, affecting a look of pure innocence. “And if you’re going to let the cat out of the bag, so to speak, then you’ve got to be ready for whatever happens next.”
“So the cat’s well and truly out of the bag, huh?” Greg said, eyeing Jeff appraisingly. He hooked a proprietary finger in Jeff’s belt loop and tugged him closer. “Then come here, kitten,” he said, and eased Jeff down onto the sand.
Jeff would deny it later, but Greg swore he heard him purr in response.
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.....................!!!!!!!!!!!
“I don’t know how good I’m going to be at needing other people after being out of practice for so long,” he admitted, fingering the buttons on Jeff’s shirt. “Hey, did you know you’ve got this thing on inside out?”
“Did you know you’re wearing my tie?”
Greg glanced down. “Touché.”
Jeff grinned triumphantly. “See? That’s one thing you need me for already. Someone’s got to keep track of our ties.”
xD These two....
The ending. THE ENDING!! *flails some more*
Do you have any idea of what this fic did to me?! lkcfnsdljnfgsdlngsdfg so cute and awesome and funny and sad and good and asljkdfaslfndfwñeufg I loved it! SO much! :'D I can't believe it's over now... Noes. :( <3.