She wants to love me , woah wc 538
How had something so innocent turned so sultry in just a matter of moments when Jensen wasn't even trying? He was used to being the one to turn the tone of the tables, not the other way around. It was a new thing, but it turned out the same way in the end it seemed. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself in the process. It seemed that even when he didn't try he ended up in someone's house. Who would have guessed. Jensen had never loved anyone on a romantic level so he never had any guilt about flirting with people. It was a good thing to him, he didn't feel the need to have a mate or a love of some sort. It was to much work, and restricting to someone like him.
Standing up and grabbing the case which held the violin in the process he used to steps to push off of with his free hand as he stood to his full height. He towered over the girl by about two feet. He was used to being taller than most females. Truthfully, if he ever met one as tall as he, he might be a little put off. "After you, chickadee." He flashed a smile before letting her take a few paces, his long legs had her side next to his in just a moment. Violin case by his right side as he walked in silence before the femme. There was a constant smirk on his face, though subtle and barely noticeable at times
The silence didn't bother him one bit, it was actually calming to a sense. Being alone for his travels for days, sometimes weeks at a time left him familiar with silence. He wasn't exactly the typ to be screaming down the street anyway. He might be irritating, but he's not obnoxious.
Upon arriving at the small woman's house Jensen waited at the bottom for a moment as he looked up at her with an eyebrow seductively raised, it was almost like he was waiting for silent permission. Though he did not wait for a verbal comment before he ascended the stairs to greet her with a grin. "I suppose I can manage that. Though, it depends on the dance of course." He winked at her , orange eyes seeming to glow under the light. He stepped into the house after her and moved to her side. A hand stretched to cup her jaw, fingers reaching from under her jaw to the apple of her cheek as he stared down at her. "Chores can wait." He repeated the words she had said moments ago with a grin on his maw.
His leg stretched behind him to swing the door shut, cutting off the rest of the world. He wanted to see just what she would do. He was no stranger to women, but each was unique. Collecting memories of what they did and said was fun to him, but not in a cruel mental way. He just loved seeing their faces. Every woman was beautiful in their own ways. He just had to coax some of it out of a few of em.
Sky seemed to be doing it on her own.
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