A/N: This was written by me (yourbloodyworld) and Kiana (elephantsneedwater).
Summary: The conversation about the events in the precinct. (it happens after the episode 9, season 4)
As soon as everybody recovered their consciousness, Duke got out of the precinct with Jennifer. They walked to the car and he started to drive. Jennifer was quiet almost the whole way to the Rouge: when he was talking to her, she just answered “hum” or nodded - what was uncommon to her since she talks a lot - , maybe she was just ashamed of the thing she did: yell at him, slap him and think he was cheating on her.
“Hey, are you okay?” He asked softly, rubbing her arm with his free hand.
She knew it wasn’t her fault, but that Trouble brought out the worst in everyone-in her. She watched the scenery fly by her mind elsewhere.
When Duke reached for her she jumped, looking at him with tears in her eyes. She was fighting with herself-with the idea that she had actually thought that. No matter how deep the Trouble had to dig for it- she had those thoughts.
"No, Duke, I’m not. The things I said. What I did. What I told Nathan to do… I-I can’t believe I thought that, Duke,“ she stated. Her voice quivered and she force herself to look him in the eye.
"It’s not your fault, Jen.” He kept rubbing her arm, but paying attention on the road. He wanted kiss her, hug her, make anything to make her feel better. But he couldn’t just because he was driving, this was making him feel worse. “It was the Trouble” After a pause he continued. “You weren’t acting like that because you wanted to.”
“It had to come from somewhere, Duke,” she told him. His touch was soothing and made her feel all warm inside, but she still felt angry- violated even. She snuck a glance at him. Duke was frowning. He was concentrating on the road, but also on her. “We’ll talk more when you’re not driving,” she said lightly. Her fingers laced through his and she saw him smile.
He smiled. Of course he smiled, he was feeling like he was making her feel better,even not doing much. He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed, he was starting feeling better because she looked happier.
Jennifer smiled up at him. The gesture was small-just a kiss to the back of her hand, but it was enough. Enough for her to realize that he cares for her. He did tell her himself.
The marina came into view and suddenly she was nervous. Butterflies welled up in the pit of he stomach, fluttered against her ribcage as her heart galloped. She was nervous because now everything was real. Yes, they slept together and he told her he cared for her, but she hadn’t seen any of that coming. None of it, but what might happen next…that she knew was coming. She knew what she wanted.
They came to a stop parking and he turned off the engine. Her hand barely touched the door handle when he grabbed her wrist, stopping her.
Jennifer turned to him fighting off the shiver of his touch.
“Wait?” Jennifer watched him closely. He looked like he had a lot to say.
He was still holding her hand, still looking into her eyes. There were a lot he wanted to tell her, he wanted her to know that he really likes her, that he will be with her no matter what. He took a deep breath, he didn’t know where to start. “Look.” After a moment he continued. “I really like you. I wanna be with you, no matter what. You shouldn’t feel insecure about it, ok?”
Of course there were more he wanted to say, he wanted to say he loved her, but they were together less than 48 hours. It was too soon for that. Instead, he just leaned and brushed his lips with hers.
She had stopped breathing when he began to speak. His eyes bore into hers with such intensity that she was transfixed-couldn’t look away.
His words spoke volumes. They tickled her ears and filled her with warmth. She loved it. His lips touched hers lightly-a loving kiss. Duke’s hands cupped her face as she kissed him back. All of their emotions flooded into one simple kiss.
The kiss was deep enough to him lost his thoughts. The only thing that mattered was both of them. He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers. “I love you.” As he said that, he gave her a quick kiss.
He doesn’t care if it’s too soon, it was what he felt. She deserved to know, she’s a amazing person and she couldn’t be better for him.
He said it first. An overwhelming feeling of-of- she didn’t know how to explain what she was feeling.
Jennifer’s smile was so big it hurt her cheeks. Tears threatened to spill over as Duke leaned his forehead against hers. He was calm…almost as if he hadn’t realized he had said it.
“Can I open my eyes yet?” Jennifer couldn’t keep the grin off her face as Duke led her through the door of the Grey Gull.
“One more…minute.” She heard him flip a switch. “Alright, open them.”
Her eyes flew open and she gasped. The entire room was lit up solely by Christmas lights. There was a Christmas tree set up in the corner, complete with ornaments and tinsel. “Oh my god, this is…beautiful. You did all this?”
Duke nodded, sheepishly. “Hope you don’t mind spending Christmas eve at a bar. I couldn’t get the tree to fit in my boat.”
Jennifer giggled at the mental image of Duke wrestling a Douglas fir on to his boat. “No. It’s absolutely perfect. Thank you.”
“Well hey,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. “This is your first Christmas in Haven and I’m going to make damn sure it’s a special one, barring any Troubles-related shenanigans.” He touched his forehead to hers, drawing her in closer.
She smiled. “Barring any possible Troubles-related shenanigans, this is the best Christmas I’ve had in years.”
“Now, I’ve got a present under the tree for you but you’ve just got to do one thing for me first.”
Jennifer raised an eyebrow in question.
Duke gave her devilish smile and pointed up at the door frame. “We are standing under mistle toe and I do believe the laws of Christmas dictate that we -“
She cut him off with a kiss. “Merry Christmas, Duke.”
((ooc: no problem, i love writing drabbles for these two))
♬ Would you care to dance? My muse has to dance with yours.
It was a rainy and cold day in Haven like every February day. Duke and Jennifer were having a lazy day: lying in the couch, curled in the blanket and watching some 50s movies. He would never imagine Jennifer liked them, and, more important he would like them.
A dance scene between a couple started and he got up. He got her tiny hand and helped her to stand up and pulled her closer. “Follow me”, he whispered.
♤ Our muses are playing a game, which kind and who is winning?
He wasn’t really sure whose idea was, but it was a terrible idea. He didn’t even know how she got this game called Just Dance 4. He didn’t even remember he had a Playstation 3, the poor thing was covered by dirt.
Few hours later, they both were ready. Jennifer was all excited and smiles and he wasn’t all that. Actually, he was kinda ashamed of doing himself a fool, if there wasn’t alcohol in his system there were no reasons to dance. But he wanted make her happy, and judging by the silly and good boyfriend he was, of course he would do it.
“Alright. I’m ready.” He said and took a sip from his bottle of water and then throwing it on the couch.
Jennifer got out of the room, her short hair in a ponytail. “Me too!”
After a moment she turned to him and grinned. “What about make things interesting?”
He turned to face her and put his hands in his waist. “What do you have in mind?”
“The winner gets 20 dollars.” She said, if possible her smile getting even bigger.
He narrowed his eyes. “Deal.”
Two songs and 6 minutes later he was done. He sat on the floor and watched her dancing. Geez, what the girl didn’t have in size, she had in energy. After the song finished, she look at him, a even bigger smile on her face.
“I guess I win.” She said helping him stand up and hugging him, “forget about the money. Give me a little kiss.”
He leaned down and kissed her.
✘ Scars aren’t very pretty- my muse has to show you theirs.
They were cuddling is his bed for a few hours now, and they couldn’t get enough of it. His chin was on the top of her head. He moved a little and realized she had a small and light scar on her shoulder.
“May I ask what happened to your shoulder?” He frowned.
“When I was a kid, maybe 5 or 6, I was riding my bike and, out of nowhere, came a car and hit me. It was bad enough to leave a scar.” She said faster than intended.
She opened her eyes and looked at him, grinning, “I’m fine now, no worries.”
((ps, i know you sent me 5, but those ones will get their own post since i’m tired enough to write.))
A/N : Sorry for the wait, I had a few problems these days and I couldn’t post sooner. Anyways, here’s your prompt, I hope you like it.
Warning: WALL SEX. I REGRET NOTHING.
The day started earlier than the usual today. Jennifer wanted have breakfast at Cape Rouge, but Duke insisted in having it on Grey Gull, later, she could help him with some things - today is her day off at Herald -.
“Jen, could you go to the supply closet and get some lemons to me?” He asked not paying attention at all.
“Sure” She said and got up and tried to kiss his forehead, forgeting she was too short. He leaned a bit and she managed to kiss his cheek.
She walked to the supply closet and closed the door behind her. Not long after, she find the lemons and walked to the door and tried to open it. She shook the door handle and started to shake it, but it didn’t work.
“Great. I’m locked.”
It’s been awhile since she went to the supply closet and he was starting get worried. It’s not like the closet was far away from the bar.
He walked to the back to the bar and headed to the closet, and opened the door, as soon as he got into it, he closed it.
“Uh, didn’t you find the lemons?” He said to a thoughtful and with lost gaze Jennifer.
When she realized that he was there, she jumped. She ran to the door and shaked it. “Yeah. Great. You locked us.”
“I’m sorry but I didn’t know.”
“You didn’t know? It’s your supply closet.”
“It -” He cut himself when realized where this was going. No. He didn’t want to fight. If they’re stuck with each other, then, good. They could use this time to get together. This, and, his employees only start working at 9, and it’s about 8:30, so yeah, they have some time to kill.
“Sorry. C'mere.” he walked to face her, put his hands on her neck and kissed her. Deep, hard. He pushed her against the wall, maybe with too much force.
She threw her head back, letting escape a moan from her lips when he started kiss her neck. She put her fingernails on his neck and scratched him, ripping a moan from his lips. She grinned and bit her lips. She could already feel him hot between her legs.
“Take you clothes off.” He whispered into her ears and put her down, undoing his pants, kicking his boots and taking off his shirt.
She take her shirt off, then undid her bra, she kicked her shoes as well, and started take off her pants.
And then, she was against the wall again. He entered her slowly, and then pulled quickly out to start thrusting harder. She scratched his back and - this probably would leave marks later, but who cares? - moaned louder. He pushed against her, body flush against hers as his hips worked wildly.
They came together and not much time later they were in their clothes.
“Let’s find a way out of here.” He said and kissed the top of her head.