She blinks -- once, twice.. Oh -- he's SERIOUS.

A fit of giggles slips past her lips, and she can't help herself but to lean in, taking his cheeks in either of her hands and planting one directly onto his lips. She holds it for a few moments before pulling back. "Does THAT answer your question?"

Something that never sat right with me is the whole 'Jenny only has to touch a machine to take over their abilities,' and while yes, that IS true for my portrayal of Jenny, it takes so much more than that for her to truly MASTER taking over a machine.

She can touch a machine and take over their magic, but for her to TRULY utilize what the machine can do, she NEEDS to know how everything works. I've stated on the blog before (at least I think I did) that when she was a child, she had a hankering for taking apart machines to see how they work. It was something that her parents frowned upon, and would try and prevent Jenny from doing so, but she ALWAYS found a way to go behind their backs.

And this habit followed Jenny into adulthood. Taking apart machines to see how they work, pressing buttons on them to see what each button does, looking at the wiring to see what they're capable of doing, reading instruction manual after instruction manual to see just how much she can do with them.

It's also VERY vague on what a machine actually is, so I'll be taking it from the literal definition that Google gives me: An apparatus using or applying mechanical power and having several parts, each with a definite function and together performing a particular task.

They had both been requested for a photoshoot, among three other members or former members of Blue Pegasus, and now that the job was finished and they were changing and preparing to head home, he had to adress the fact that he was torn. The feelings that she had kindled. Her presence, her absence, her face on posters plastered around town, the memories of her. Of them. "Do you have another moment to spare?"

Oh, she KNEW what this was about. She KNEW that this talk was going to happen sooner or later. In her heart of hearts, she knew EXACTLY what Freed was coming to her about. What she HADN'T expected, though, was for him to want to talk right then and there. After their photo shoot, where anyone could hear them.

She TRIES to hide the nervous look upon her face, but she fails.

She TRIES to swallow back her fears, but she fails. She TRIES to hide that she knew EXACTLY where this talk was going to go, but she FAILS. Just like everything else in her life save for her modeling career, she fails. Fails at not falling so deeply for him that no other man would even be given a chance, fails at not developing such a DEEP connection with him that no other person could even hope to stand up to it.

And now? She was FAILING at hiding her true emotions. What ELSE could she POSSIBLY fail at?

She nods, "I always have time for you, Freed." But her voice is shaky as she speaks, barely above a whisper. She was TERRIFIED. Scared of her own emotions, scared of what Freed could possibly be about to tell her. It all was so SCARY to Jenny, the idea that she could be about to have her heart broken by their circumstances again. The idea that he might be getting her to fully confess how she TRULY felt.

It was different for him and Jenny. They were guild mates and coworkers if you will, true enough, but something else had long begun to blossom between them. Blossom like those flowers had, and they would look so much better on her.

In the confines of one of their rooms, Freed gently plucked one of the vibrant blooms from the bouquet sitting on the wooden table before making his way back to Jenny. His cerluean gaze would carefully observe her face, take in each magnificent detail, before he reached out to place the bloom in her wonderful hair.

"I believe that's a better purpose," he spoke, deep voice softened. Lips twitched, showing the hint of a playful smirk for a split-second. "And I believe it's not the flower that graces you more beauty. It's the flower that should now be honored to be part of your breathtaking presence." [from freed <3]

It had been a LONG day, that was for certain. Filled with clients that were there just to get even a GLIMPSE of the hosts and hostesses that made up the guild that was Blue Pegasus. Jenny had done her best to keep them entertained, giving a smile here, a touch of the hand there, but it was all INSINCERE, not that her clients would have any idea of that.

Yes, they could try wooing her all they wanted, but Jenny only had eyes for one man, and that man was FREED JUSTINE. Sure, they were guild mates, but what nobody else knew was just how CLOSE they had become. She'd eye him in between guests, and she almost found it CUTE that some stranger had their eye on him. He WAS handsome, and charming, after all. It was no surprise to her that someone would set their sights on him.

But there was no need for her to be jealous, after all. No, she knew that his sights were set on HER regardless of how many men, women, and others tried their hardest to catch the eye of the swordsman. If she wasn't supposed to get jealous, why was there a PANG of hurt whenever she saw the client giving him flowers? She had to shake that feeling, she knew where and for who Freeds heart belonged to. THAT was something she had that no others would have.

She had her back turned to him, finding places for the various gifts SHE had received that day in her room. She hears his footsteps, and turns to face him, eyes darting down to eye the flower he had in his hand, and she smiles. Not that FAKE smile she gave to everyone else. No, her real smile was his and his alone. She steps closer to him once he's in distance and allows him to place the flower in her hair.

"Freed--" Her voice is gentle, and soft, and she tucks a loose strand of hair behind the flower. "You think it suits me well enough?"

Words that had never been spoken were occupying his mind, along with her and just her. Just Jenny. { ' I am yours ' } . Words that had only ever been a tempting and intoxicating and so ridiculously comforting thought. They existed in his mind and in his heart only. What about hers?

And they would remain unspoken that night, as well. Freed would adjust his posture, eyelids fluttering shut for the time he led his kisses upwards until he reached the underside of her well-endowed chest, the supple skin welcoming his lips and the worship he was willing to give. A quiety, throaty moan slipped past as he left a gentle bite on her beautiful flesh before letting his tongue draw over the spot.

Each part of her was beautiful and each was going to receive utmost attention.

The sight of someone so POWERFUL kneeling before her was enough to make Jenny weak in the knees. But she wouldn't be like that for just ANYONE. No, she would only be like that for the man that had his grip on her hips. FREED was the ONLY man that would get to see her like this.

Chills run through her body as she feels his lips against her bare skin, and she lets out a soft SIGH, her eyes drooping slightly in relaxation and arousal as her breathing grows heavier. "Freed--" His name is barely above a whisper, and her hands find purchase upon the back of his head, loose strands of hair entangling in her fingers and she wants nothing more than to let this moment last FOREVER.

She wondered what was going through his mind at the very moment. If his thoughts were the same as hers. She was HIS, and always would be. Could she EVER voice those thoughts?

Her mind is clouded over with lust, especially as he leaves a trail of kisses up her body, and feels his lips curve and feels the VIBRATION against her skin. Hand grips tighter against his head, pulling at his hair ever so SLIGHTLY. Her legs close together slightly, to try and get SOME relief as she feels her core grow WETTER. Her face and neck are dusted a dark shade of pink and it goes down to her breasts.