icecoldfrost | Room 528, Thursday Morning.

Emma loved Thursdays, mostly because she never had any classes. It was her own little weekend mid-week, where she could get anything she wanted done.

For some reason, though, she just kept dozing off. She hadn't gotten much sleep lately, true, but that didn't explain the odd dreams she'd been having lately; snippets of conversations with people she didn't recognize, none of which made any sense.

She was inclined to brush it off, blame it on everything that had happened on Monday. Adrenaline from the sleepover party and Alex combined with... whatever the fuck that was, and it had her brain on overdrive. That was all. She just needed a distraction, something to focus on, and her special little brain would calm down and heal up by itself.

And when Emma wanted a distraction, she knew just who to bother. For now, however, she was going to stay curled up in her blanket with the business section. Work came before play.

[OOC: Open post, open door, SP totes applies today.]

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From:

bitten_notshy

"Well," Jack said, watching the flicker of her fingers to her mouth in a way that was not innocent, "I know I'm not immune to kissing. That would be terribly sad."

From:

icecoldfrost

Emma was perfectly aware of how he was watching her, and was perfectly willing to take her time and tease him with it. "If you were immune to kissing, we'd know you were a robot," she joked. "Wait, are we sure you aren't a robot?"

She leaned over and grabbed her cellphone off her nightstand and tossed it at him. "Call Tony, I demand an eyewitness account that you aren't a robot."

From:

bitten_notshy

Jack caught the phone one-handed, but didn't dial. "You really think we need to call Tony to get information about my kissing abilities?" he queried.

From:

icecoldfrost

"Well, we already know I have the magical power to make him turn bright red, I bet we could get him to stammer over the phone," Emma mused. "It would be funny?"

"But I'm lacking in empirical evidence, Mr. Priest. Therefore, unless I can get a source to the contrary, you are clearly a member of the mechanized legions."

From:

bitten_notshy

"I'll have enough trouble with Tony when he gets home without you helping," Jack mused fondly.

"And you have empirical evidence. Though I suppose for the sake of control, we could try in your room, just to see if it's different from mine."

From:

icecoldfrost

"I like helping!" Emma sulked at him, giving him her best pout. "That's not fair, Jack, why can't I help? More trouble is what I'm best at."

"And if anything, that's evidence against you," she pointed out. "There was kissing, you didn't like it, therefore, robot."

From:

bitten_notshy

"Because I want Tony to still like me?" Jack grinned. "And the kissing was not the part I didn't like, and you know that perfectly well."

His eyes were more serious than his tone. Was this a game, or did she want this for real?

From:

icecoldfrost

That would require Emma knowing what she wanted, and despite the flippant bravado she tended to put forward regarding that topic, she didn't have the slightest clue what, exactly, she wanted from him.

As with most things when it came to Jack, Emma tended to make it up as she went along.

"I do not know anything," she said mock-primly, eyes dancing as she reached for a ~~omgmodded~~ soda. "Someone asked me nicely to stay out of his head, and so I have."

Edited Date: 2009-07-30 07:31 pm (UTC)

From:

bitten_notshy

Oh, like Jack had the first clue what he wanted from Emma -- she was both utterly appealing and far, far too complicated to bring their relationship much beyond a friendship, especially with his ... special circumstances.

"You're welcome to take a look, if you want," he said. "As long as you're onyl interested in what I think of you. Don't go rummaging about."

"But I did like the kissing, until the end."

From:

icecoldfrost

Until the end. Of course.

"I do not rummage like a housewife at a yard sale," Emma pouted, flicking a chip at him. Her room, she could start a food fight if she wanted. "Don't be vulgar. I'm an artist, thank you."

"Besides, didn't they establish that we were all out of our brains on drugs or pollen or something that week? That was so not my fault, and I have not had any problems since, thank you very much."

[Done with edits, I swear.]

Edited Date: 2009-07-30 10:44 pm (UTC)

From:

bitten_notshy

Jack caught the chip impatiently and set it on the side of his plate.

"Good to hear," he said politely.

Few people could flummox him. Emma managed it.

"That means I should kiss you again," he announced. "Not necessarily now, but sometime when there are no drugs and no pollen."

Edited Date: 2009-07-30 10:47 pm (UTC)

From:

icecoldfrost

The flummoxing was mutual, and it was infuriating.

Emma smiled at him as she reached for one of the tacos, unwrapping the foil neatly. "I suppose I'll consider it," she mused, "Since you were so kind as to bring me dinner. Honestly, if you hadn't, I probably wouldn't have remembered to eat." Someone had a horrible sense of time, and was used to ignoring the demands of her stomach.

From:

bitten_notshy

"Well, it's easy to forget, what with the social whirl," Jack teased. "You seemed to be the belle of the smokers on Monday."

From:

icecoldfrost

"Well, I was the only girl until Kate showed up," Emma pointed out. "That makes it rather easy to be the belle, doesn't it?"

Still, there was a pleased blush on her cheeks, which she proceeded to try and hide by digging into her food. "Although any day where I meet new people is a good day. I'm still tempted to take the brandy up with me next time, and see how fast it sends out the siren song to the rest of the smokers. Maybe quadruple my social circle."

From:

bitten_notshy

"But people might just be there for the brandy, and not for your company," Jack said, and turned his head to try to catch her eye. "How is that red ... stuff?"

From:

icecoldfrost

"The salsa?" she asked, scooping some onto a chip and holding it out for him. "Have you never had Mexican before? Really?"

From:

bitten_notshy

"Not like this," Jack said, and spooned out a little of the salsa to taste it on his taco. "I think I like it, though."

From:

icecoldfrost

"Felicia used to make tacos for us when my parents were hosting fancy dinners and we weren't invited," Emma mused, heaping some guacamole on her own food. "Adrienne always hated it, but the rest of us loved them."

From:

bitten_notshy

"Felicia was the maid?" Jack asked.

He went to put more salsa on his taco and succeeded in spattering it down the front of his shirt. He made a dismayed face at the spreading stain.

From:

icecoldfrost

"Jack!" Emma gasped, grabbing some napkins and leaning in.

"Felicia? Housekeeper, cook, and substitute parent," she said, dabbing at his shirt gently. "I don't know how she managed to work for my parents for so long."

From:

bitten_notshy

"Were they really that bad?" Jack wondered, pulling his shirt away from his body. "Oh, it soaked through. I'm going to have to go back to my room to rinse it out."

From:

icecoldfrost

"Mmm." That was all Emma was going to say about them tonight.

"Go ahead and take it off, I'll steal one of McCoy's for you, if you want," she said, moving to slide past him on the bed. "I won't tell if you don't."