'Cause the hoe don't trust me - wc530
Sky did not deny the kiss that he had started. That was surely a good sign, right? Well, not necessarily in this case. Jensen had no idea who this girl was other than he name at this point. She was part of his pack. He was unaware of who she was involved with, who was involved with her. It could be anyone for all he knew, and in cases like that, there always tended to be one angry face. In that case, they'd just have to deal with it. By the way she wrapped her arms around his neck it was obviously she was not being forced in any way. So other people could just get over it.
As she pulled back from their kiss Jensen still kept his head lowered slightly so he did not tower over her so much like the near goliath he was. His burnt copper eyes stared back into her eyes, they still seemed to have the care free atmosphere, but they were a bit softer, more sensual. Her eyes though, they sparkled like jewels. Encased in her pretty brown face. It made him smile slightly, it gave him the feeling she was some doll that should not be harmed. The girl was absolutely stunning right now, he would give her that. Even with all that clothing on, she seemed so fragile.
He was not given time to respond to her sultry words, teach her, he would do just that if she asked him too. He was not one to deny a lady something, especially under these circumstances. As he returned the second kiss he pulled back after a moment to grin down upon her, orange eyes glowing in the dimly lit living room. "I'd be glad too." His words were an almost whisper, slightly caught on inhaling from the kiss. She was pressed against him then and Jensen was mentally smiling, for someone so small, she certainly let her emotions shine through without hesitation.
A hand was still on the small of her back, though the one that had rested on her face fell to catch the jacket on her shoulders. It was heavy, but not nearly heavy enough for the large hand to have any troubles with as he pulled it from her shoulders. His once busy hand now joined in and eased it from her arms before placing it on the sofa. Though it was already much better without that bulky jacket, she still had a blouse and trousers to deal with. Jensen had only worn trousers that day. Slightly faded black with holes ripped in all the right places it seemed. The knees and one in the thigh, one in the back pocket. He didn't wear clothes much, and if he did you could bet it was only pants.
eThough he pulled her in for another quick kiss, both hands on her face this time as he hunched over to meet her eyes to eye. His eyes half open to watch her face. He would not rush her into this. Now that was just rude, a lady knew when she was ready, and Jensen had all the time in the world.
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