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The Lock by Peregrine (Rated NC-17)
Fandom: JAKE 2.0
Pairing: Jake/Diane
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eklisiewicz
Author Website: elizabethk.org
Why this must be read: Hello, porn-y goodness. Picks up after "Get Foley" and really, is there anything better than two people having clandestine sex in a locked bathroom? I ask you.
Diane tries to hide behind her hair, but I'm on to her. "What about you? What do you like?"
I really put my foot into it this time. "Umm...ahhh....music, B-rated movies, and computers. "
"I already know all that. What else?" she asks coyly.
"What else...let's see, umm...Ducati motorcycles, Ferraris..."
"Wow," she replies with a raised eyebrow.
"What?" I ask archly, catching the whiff of doubt in her voice.
Diane shakes her head, clearly unwilling to explain what's on her mind. "Nothing."
I get the feeling we've veered into more dangerous territory and as usual, I'm absolutely clueless. "Doesn't sound like nothing."
Her hands start waving and that badass ring catches the light and spreads it across her face like a Mobius strip on speed. "I...uhh...never mind, I can't do this."
Diane starts to get to her feet but I manage to grab her around the ankle and yank her away from the door. "I know why you're running away."
She sinks back down and itches the top of her head, still not able to meet my eyes. "Do you?"
"Yeah. Let's see, two people came together and something...profound happened between them, only they can't seem to talk about it." I watch her biting at her lip and touch the top of her hand in reassurance. "How am I doin' so far?"
"G-good," she replies, curling her fingers around mine and gripping my hand like it's a lifeline.
It's time to take a slight detour. "Compared to that, Ferraris aren't a big deal, are they?"
She laughs nervously. "I just can't picture you in a Ferrari. I mean, ride-sharing super spies need to depend on reliable transportation, not lust after some impossible dream."
My mouth opens and closes in shock over what she is thinking and I have to stifle a laugh. "Diane, there's nothing to worry about."
"Who said I was worried?" Her hand is trembling and I feel her start to withdraw.
"Don't do this," I plead, refusing to let go of her hand and ignoring the slightly vexed look that crosses her face.
"Do what?"
"Don't throw up walls...this is me, Jake. You and I have always been able to talk and I don't want...Philly to ruin our friendship." Now I've laid it all out on the table and the rest is up to her.
The Lock
Pairing: Jake/Diane
Author on LJ:
eklisiewiczAuthor Website: elizabethk.org
Why this must be read: Hello, porn-y goodness. Picks up after "Get Foley" and really, is there anything better than two people having clandestine sex in a locked bathroom? I ask you.
Diane tries to hide behind her hair, but I'm on to her. "What about you? What do you like?"
I really put my foot into it this time. "Umm...ahhh....music, B-rated movies, and computers. "
"I already know all that. What else?" she asks coyly.
"What else...let's see, umm...Ducati motorcycles, Ferraris..."
"Wow," she replies with a raised eyebrow.
"What?" I ask archly, catching the whiff of doubt in her voice.
Diane shakes her head, clearly unwilling to explain what's on her mind. "Nothing."
I get the feeling we've veered into more dangerous territory and as usual, I'm absolutely clueless. "Doesn't sound like nothing."
Her hands start waving and that badass ring catches the light and spreads it across her face like a Mobius strip on speed. "I...uhh...never mind, I can't do this."
Diane starts to get to her feet but I manage to grab her around the ankle and yank her away from the door. "I know why you're running away."
She sinks back down and itches the top of her head, still not able to meet my eyes. "Do you?"
"Yeah. Let's see, two people came together and something...profound happened between them, only they can't seem to talk about it." I watch her biting at her lip and touch the top of her hand in reassurance. "How am I doin' so far?"
"G-good," she replies, curling her fingers around mine and gripping my hand like it's a lifeline.
It's time to take a slight detour. "Compared to that, Ferraris aren't a big deal, are they?"
She laughs nervously. "I just can't picture you in a Ferrari. I mean, ride-sharing super spies need to depend on reliable transportation, not lust after some impossible dream."
My mouth opens and closes in shock over what she is thinking and I have to stifle a laugh. "Diane, there's nothing to worry about."
"Who said I was worried?" Her hand is trembling and I feel her start to withdraw.
"Don't do this," I plead, refusing to let go of her hand and ignoring the slightly vexed look that crosses her face.
"Do what?"
"Don't throw up walls...this is me, Jake. You and I have always been able to talk and I don't want...Philly to ruin our friendship." Now I've laid it all out on the table and the rest is up to her.
The Lock