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Apartment in Palo Alto- Tuesday Fandom time

Okay fine, it was escapist and Jaina really should know better than to go the avoidant route since that seemed to catchup to her more often than not lately. Too bad. She'd probably be back in Fandom in a matter of hours anyway so avoidant only went so far here.

Once the portal had gotten her there, she immediately got to distracting herself with checking out the details of the place till she found the right apartment and knocked on the door. And tried not to fidget with the strap of her barely-packed bag because she suddenly found she was nervous.

[For he who lives in the place.]

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John laughed, pushing the door shut behind them. "See, and they'd try to shave Lowie if he wanted to join up here. Probably best you keep him."

"I can do that," she said, still looking him over in case there were other changes she'd missed besides the obvious.

If anything else had changed, it wasn't on purpose, but he couldn't help the slight alterations a few weeks of intense PT and really terrible cafeteria food could bring.

"Come on, lemme give you the grand tour," he said, taking her hand and reaching to take her bag, too.

"Not a bad place you've got here," she said, handing over her bag- it should be clear she wasn't moving in or anything- and looking around at what she could see.

"It's home for now," John shrugged, pointing out the living area, kitchenette, and making faces at Mitch's door. "He went out with the guys, but you'll hear him when he comes in. The guy doesn't seem to grasp the meaning of quiet."

"That's okay, neither do we," she replied. "Did I keep you from going?"

"No, you were a great excuse to get my work done before the weekend started," he told her, squeezing her hand, still not quite believing she was there with him.

Jaina's jaw dropped in feigned shock. "Look at you, self-proclaimed lazy guy, doing work before the weekend. It's like I don't even know you anymore."

"Hey, now that you're here the lazy can come back out to reign," he said, giving her a look.

She didn't miss that look, no. "I wouldn't have called that lazy..."

He hadn't even been thinking of that. "Oh, well, maybe not that." He took this as his cue to lean way, way down and kiss her.

Chuckling a little- seriously? there was laughter now?- and kissed him back, thinking even a week had been just way too long.

Hopefully she wasn't too surprised by how he kissed her after not being able to for five weeks.

Maybe it was obvious he missed her a little.

After five weeks, he could kiss her however he liked, she wasn't about to complain. She wrapped her free arm around him, thinking contact was a good idea.

He swung her bag into his room and tugged her that way as well, an arm wrapped securely around her lower back so he could keep working on kissing her.

On one hand, they really didn't waste time. On the other, it was amazing they'd lasted this long. And if she was maybe getting more into it than she normally would, she had a lot of things going on at the moment. Sometimes that helped.

And if he'd set aside his curiosity over her strange message and sudden visit in favor of just being with her for a little while, he couldn't really be blamed.

It was them, they'd get to that later, anyway. Right now she was a little focused on not missing him, like it was one issue temporarily down.

John pulled her as close as possible, kicking at the door to his room and hoping he remembered the room layout as well as he thought he did.

She was going to be absolutely no help there, so it'd have to be up to him to lead them around. Not that she was actually thinking any of this, because she wasn't thinking much at all right now.

He didn't so much stumble as fall butt-first onto his own bed when his legs found it. He acted like he'd completely meant to do that, yes.

She barely even noticed the stumble as much as she did the fact that the new positioning made it easier to climb onto the bed, one leg on either side of him.

His mouth pulled away to work on her neck while his hands slid down to find the edge of her shirt because that was just not going to be allowed to stay on her anymore.

This was so much better. Tilting her head back to give him room, she moved her hands to aid in shirt removal, since she didn't so much want it on right now, either.

Much happier once her shirt was gone, he began nipping his way down her neck, having missed every single inch of her.

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