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Weird tippy is weird
Give me an AU and i will write a J2 kiss in that AU.
Inspired cause I read good J2 AUs yesterday.
You don't actually have to do this, but I had a whim.
EDIT: (O.o) o hai thar explosion of love!!! I will get to as many of these as I can. :D Feel free to run with a prompt if it gives you an idea too <3
EDIT 2: All prompts answered; prompting bar closed! *flops* Wow, you guys do work a girl hard <3 Hope you liked...
Inspired cause I read good J2 AUs yesterday.
You don't actually have to do this, but I had a whim.
EDIT: (O.o) o hai thar explosion of love!!! I will get to as many of these as I can. :D Feel free to run with a prompt if it gives you an idea too <3
EDIT 2: All prompts answered; prompting bar closed! *flops* Wow, you guys do work a girl hard <3 Hope you liked...
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He breathes. Coughs. There's a mouth disengaging from his, just in time as water spurts from his mouth in horrible gagging heaves. His lungs ache, but they're moving again.
"You're OK," said the man above him, panting down into his face. His freckles are bright stars against a pale sky. "You're OK."
Jared's arms feel like lead, but he reaches up anyway, grabs the stranger, pulls him down. "Thank you," he whispers, laughing weakly. "Thank you so much."
Maybe it's the hug or maybe it's Jared's stubborn attempt to ask questions while they strap him to the gurney but the EMT ends up going with him to the hospital and waiting while he's given a clean bill of health.
Jared grins at him as he waits outside, still in uniform. "Jensen, right?" He gets a nod. "Look, thanks for sticking around. I really did want to thank you, you know, when I wasn't coughing up river water."
"I should thank you for putting up with me," Jensen says ruefully. "Truth be told, I lost someone recently, a teenager I thought was OK but then had problems after we took her to the hospital. Just... following up out of an abundance of caution."
Jared comes to sit next to him - Jensen's leaning against a railing that's just low enough for him to perch on, and Jared slides easily onto it. "That's tough," he says. "Well, I appreciate the follow up. If I were you I'd never be able to let go."
"I thought you weren't gonna let go," Jensen says, elbowing him gently. "That was a hell of a death grip for a guy who just got his life saved."
"I was grateful!" Jared pouts, but he can't keep the smile off his face. "I still am," he adds, but then realizes what he's saying and goes red and shuts up. He really just does feel like grabbing Jensen and squeezing him hard. Not even knowing the guy. Jared feels like a rescue dog who's finally found an owner. He just wants to pant at him, demand attention.
Jensen cocks his head to the side. "Wish everyone had that reaction," he says.
"People give you shit for saving them?"
"People get freaky." Jensen shrugs. "They don't know the difference between CPR and making out."
"Oh." Jared casts a glance at the lips that saved his life. Oh. Oh. Now he can't look away. "So what is the difference, exactly?"
Jensen starts, and his lips purse, but then he holds back his response, looks Jared over. "Are you suggesting you don't know the difference?"
It's the half-smile that lights one corner of his mouth that gives Jared the courage to answer. "I'm suggesting you could show me."
Jensen turns to him, puts one hand on his on the railing. "You do this every time someone saves your life?"
Jared's fingers curl around Jensen's hand. "You hold hands with everyone whose life you save?"
Heat is crackling up through that one point of contact. "Everybody who has your reaction," Jensen teases. His eyelashes flutter. "And, you know. Your, uh, eyes."
Jared inhales, then pulls up Jensen's hand to lie against his chest. Now Jensen can feel his heart humming madly. "Then I only do this to every EMT who has freckles like yours."
Jensen's eyelashes are fluttering. "You get your life saved often?"
"Actually, it's my first time." The distance between them won't stand-- Jared's mouth lands first on his face, on a glut of those wonderful freckles, and travels downward as Jensen's eyelashes bat against his face. When their lips meet, that's when they finally calm, his eyes closing and face tipping up into the feeling.
"You don't say," he breathes as Jared's lips lift from his.
Breathing heavily, swallowing, Jared meets his gaze. "But, and this is a very big but... I'm thinking about making it a habit."
Jensen moves in to the shelter of Jared's body, pressing himself against his chest. "Thinking about it?"
"Good results this time out," Jared says, shrugging, and pulls him in again.
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MWAHM HWAMHWAMHWAMHWAMHWAMWAH.
*smooches you all over*
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Jared feels like a rescue dog who's finally found an owner. He just wants to pant at him, demand attention.
This is sooo perfectly Jared. :DDDD