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The oven door slapped shut and she looked at the clock quickly, checking the time to give herself and estimation. Then she set all her kitchen things down and crossed the distance to stand in front of Jack.

"What you gonna do, undress me and put the dress on me yerself?" Her hands went to his hips and she drummed her fingers on the material. "'Cause I'm down for the first part." She dug a knuckle into his side gently and said, "Second part yer gonna have to work for, Beanstalk."

Chel paused for a moment to narrow her eyes and really look into Jack's. To try and make sense of those intense green eyes and the words she genuinely never thought she'd hear coming out of Jack's mouth; or her own mouth for that matter. She fit squarely between Jack's feet and they were going to stay firmly planted there.

But the stare gave her a sense of nausea, one of all the ways this could go wrong and how torn and burnt she would come out of it. She closed her eyes and stood on the tips of her toes to give herself a short reprieve from the voices in her head. This would work, she had to convince herself of that.

Falling back on her heels she murmured, "I'll think about it." Try. "M'not really opposed, just don't think you'll get out of it what y'want. Don't wanna crush yer expectations." Her head flicked back to the oven. "S'got 30 minutes."

Chel found her forearms pressed against Jack's torso with her fingers neatly sewn between the folds of his shirt. She liked this closeness and she had to admit that Abbi may have been right; she wanted to contain it. She wanted to box it off for herself and ensure that it was something she always had access to. It felt shamefully and painfully right.

"I'm wearin' a cool rocketship shirt. What homeless person struts a rocketship shirt eh?" She let out a long breath of air that came from cracked lips on a crooked smile. Her fingertips pressed into his chest the same way his did to her skin. "I swear yer goin' to hell for lookin' at a girl like that," she murmured, talking against his lips but not making a move to initiate something.

She kept close, played her cards. "Wanna make a bet?"

"When I get Tensy back, and you get yer new fancy coat," she began, ignoring the fingers on her sides completely. Jack could have been doing a lot more and she still could've talked through it. "Let's duke it out on the field. Winner takes it."

She elaborated by sinking her hands to the small of Jack's back, pushing her weight onto him comfortably. There wasn't enough time for what Chel wanted, so she settled for Jack's small teases. "You win you get whatever y'want me in. Whatever and I'll go wherever you take me." Blonde hair included. In front of everyone included. All things included. "But I win, and you gotta shave half yer head." She put a finger under his chin and stroked once with her thumb before returning it to his backside. "And whatever dress you were gonna put me in- you gotta model it on my bed." She didn't feel the need to imply having sex in it too.

Chel shrugged and said, "I dunno I just made it up. Can be just shavin' yer head f'the dress is too much or somethin' else entirely- m'not about makin' you have a bad time." She meant that and she hoped the sincerity read in her voice. While fancy formalwear and blonde hair would have mortified her there was a difference to her between offering her own hell and Jack's hell up for grabs; she didn't feel the need to risk Jack's a** for her own pleasure.

"But bets are no fun 'less there's a little fire under yer a**. I think you'd look good with a side cut and I wanna ******** you in a dress. I got stupid desires s'not deeper than that.." She tilted her head just lightly, maybe in a challenge, maybe in an attempt to see him better. "Sorry if I went too far."

Chel let out a small noise of surprise, but not one of displeasure. The motion pushed her further into Jack and she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in. There was a tiny shake of her head and she murmured, "Agreed" before kissing him soundly.

Chel found herself sitting on the counter by the end of it, both because it meant Jack didn't have to lean over as much, and she could wrap his legs around his waist. A win-win situation. They really needed to learn how to function without making everythinf sexual, but maybe that was just the kind of couple they were.

With a terrifying accuracy, Chel held a hand up to Jack's chest and separated herself from him, only so gently. "Either we go further or the mac and cheese stays edible," she told him, the curve of her lips not waiting for an answer as she put small presses along the vein on his neck, not making the decision easy. Not making anything easy really.

Chel's legs tightened and she thanked god for so many sun core exercises. She wasn't sure if he was taking her to the bed or somewhere else, but snickered at his forwardness regardless. She was slowly learning that Jack was just as much of a loser as she was, just in different ways. While he carried he she prodded a silent promise into the side of his head- we will revist this later.

She let out a feigned disappointed noise as he dropped her off in front of the oven. There weren't oven mitts so much as thick hand towels that were close enough, and she used them to pull the tray out of the oven. Some of the molten cheese got on her thumb and she made a noise, sticking the thumb in her mouth and then waving it around in the air to cool it. Worth it though, considering it tasted good.

"Y'wanna get dishes or just eat out of the pan, lovedove?" Chel was very classy.

Chel snorted both at the nickname and the assertion. "You don't got a soul," she retorted, poking him in the chest. "Ain't nothin' in there."

If they were going to eat on the couch then the pan would need some time to cool off. Chel began walking towards the couch and gestured that he follow while she turned on the TV. "You ever seen Sucker Punch?" They still needed to watch the last Lord of the Rings movie, but Chel wasn't in the mood for a long ******** of a movie. "S'got boobs."