What a Piece of Junk! [Sandrow/Vani]

[Emily Vani]

"Mmmmmkay," she says with a stifled yawn, noticing the time as well.

She took her place on the couch again, giving the same excuse as last time.

"G'night Jak."

@[member="Jak Sandrow"]

 

[Jak Sandrow]

He shook his head.

I gave her the bed so she could at least be comfortable. Women...

He nodded, said "Good night, Emily," and headed off to his room.

@[member="Emily Vani"]

 

[Emily Vani]

Le morning after--

Emily had woken up, feeling energized yet again, but instead of bombarding Jak with her girly cuteness, she stayed on the couch, staring at her datapad.

Things she needed done were not happening.

But as far as she was concerned, she was pretty happy with her current situation.

@[member="Jak Sandrow"]

 

[Jak Sandrow]

As Jak woke suddenly, he realized three things. One - he had not been woken up by a bouncy Emily. Two, she hadn't suffered a panic attack in the night. Three - where was she?

He got up, dressed, got himself decent, then (slightly sleepily) went to find Emily.

@[member="Emily Vani"]

 

[Emily Vani]

"Mmmm. Hey there." She says smiling to Jak, sitting up slightly.

"Come sit."

Emily had an agenda.

@[member="Jak Sandrow"]

 

[Jak Sandrow]

He gave her a 'waking up' grin, and sat down beside her.

"What's up?"

@[member="Emily Vani"]

 

[Emily Vani]

Leaning into Jak while facing him she whispers in his ear.

"I'm making an executive decision. About our relationship, that is." Backing up slightly, she turns his head toward her.

And without warning, places her lips on his. She was tired of waiting.

She hoped he wanted her as bad as she did he.

@[member="Jak Sandrow"]

 

[Jak Sandrow]

He turned towards her, slightly confused.

That confusion exploded when she kissed him.

In the hairsbreadth of the second as her lips began to press onto his, he felt four big emotions begin to swell. One - a feeling of "NOPE." Just... "NOPE." Two - A feeling of fear. This was completely uncharted territory for him. And he wasn't sure... Wait.

Three. Hope. He wanted to love her back as much as she did him. But... could he? He was a different type of life altogether!

But the fourth one swelled within him. It was what made him gently put a loving hand on the back of her head as he returned a passionate kiss of his own.


Hope... and Love. Those would be the deciding factors in his life to come.


THE END (of Act II)