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Title: Lessons
Fandom: True Blood
Rating: PG
Pairing: Tommy/Jessica
Author's Note: This is going to get totally Jossed tonight but I hope you enjoy anyway!
Summary: "What kind of moron ignored the hottest girl in the room? When she actually wanted to talk to him? Tommy Mickens, looked like."
Shifter hearing wasn't as good as a vamp's but it was plenty good enough to hold a private conversation in the middle of a noisy shift. Which was great when Jessica was giggling in a guilty way at his snarky comments but totally sucked when she was rubbing her nose in what a fucking idiot he was.
"For a year and a half I helped with my church's literacy drives and I really think that I–" she whispered at him, leading a three-top to a corner booth.
"-You're totally smart enough to–" she said, leaning against the the hostess stand and he slammed a tub of dirty dishes down on on a tabletop to drown out her voice.
After that she seemed to get the message but he still spent the rest of the evening ignoring her. Which was just wrong. What kind of moron ignored the hottest girl in the room? When she actually wanted to talk to him?
Tommy Mickens, looked like.
"I don't know how to dance," Jessica said when she was sweeping. Tommy snorted, didn't pause as he stacked chairs onto the tables.
"Yeah, right," he said.
"Nobody ever taught me how to dance," she repeated, firmly. Her voice was soft and she was across the room but he heard her clear enough.
"Aww, dancing's easy," he shrugged.
"Yeah, and apparently I dance like a drunk homeless man," Jessica retorted and there was a bite to her voice that let Tommy know that what she'd just said was a direct quote from some asshole.
Well, he wasn't such an idiot that he was going to miss that opening. Tommy went to get the jukebox to play something sexy. "Why don't you come here," he started and Jessica was at his elbow.
His smirk widened at the tentative look on her face, the way she slid her gaze to the side when he hooked his fingers in the belt-loops of her shorts and tugged her close, flattening his hands across her hips when she took a step towards him.
"You put your arms around my neck," he instructed and almost didn't believe it when she actually did.
"Okay," she said, voice nervous.
"And you just kind of..." Tommy swayed a bit and she mimicked him, fingers tight in his t-shirt.
"Like this?" she asked and Tommy nuzzled the skin just above her neckline, enjoying the way her breasts squished against him.
"Hmm-hmm," he agreed.
"This doesn't seem too hard," Jessica said with a note of triumph in her voice. "I guess for somethings you just need a good teacher. Did you know I'm really patient?"
Fandom: True Blood
Rating: PG
Pairing: Tommy/Jessica
Author's Note: This is going to get totally Jossed tonight but I hope you enjoy anyway!
Summary: "What kind of moron ignored the hottest girl in the room? When she actually wanted to talk to him? Tommy Mickens, looked like."
Shifter hearing wasn't as good as a vamp's but it was plenty good enough to hold a private conversation in the middle of a noisy shift. Which was great when Jessica was giggling in a guilty way at his snarky comments but totally sucked when she was rubbing her nose in what a fucking idiot he was.
"For a year and a half I helped with my church's literacy drives and I really think that I–" she whispered at him, leading a three-top to a corner booth.
"-You're totally smart enough to–" she said, leaning against the the hostess stand and he slammed a tub of dirty dishes down on on a tabletop to drown out her voice.
After that she seemed to get the message but he still spent the rest of the evening ignoring her. Which was just wrong. What kind of moron ignored the hottest girl in the room? When she actually wanted to talk to him?
Tommy Mickens, looked like.
"I don't know how to dance," Jessica said when she was sweeping. Tommy snorted, didn't pause as he stacked chairs onto the tables.
"Yeah, right," he said.
"Nobody ever taught me how to dance," she repeated, firmly. Her voice was soft and she was across the room but he heard her clear enough.
"Aww, dancing's easy," he shrugged.
"Yeah, and apparently I dance like a drunk homeless man," Jessica retorted and there was a bite to her voice that let Tommy know that what she'd just said was a direct quote from some asshole.
Well, he wasn't such an idiot that he was going to miss that opening. Tommy went to get the jukebox to play something sexy. "Why don't you come here," he started and Jessica was at his elbow.
His smirk widened at the tentative look on her face, the way she slid her gaze to the side when he hooked his fingers in the belt-loops of her shorts and tugged her close, flattening his hands across her hips when she took a step towards him.
"You put your arms around my neck," he instructed and almost didn't believe it when she actually did.
"Okay," she said, voice nervous.
"And you just kind of..." Tommy swayed a bit and she mimicked him, fingers tight in his t-shirt.
"Like this?" she asked and Tommy nuzzled the skin just above her neckline, enjoying the way her breasts squished against him.
"Hmm-hmm," he agreed.
"This doesn't seem too hard," Jessica said with a note of triumph in her voice. "I guess for somethings you just need a good teacher. Did you know I'm really patient?"
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