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liz lemon (jbelmont) wrote,

As she perched herself on the decorated tips of her newly acquired sneakers, she was more than aware that this was the first time she'd given him what she considered to be a proper boy-girl hug. Boy-girl hug being a term she'd come up with years ago in describing various different types of embraces. For example, a proper parental hug, was longer than a proper friend hug but not as long as a boy-girl one, which involved lots of chest to chest contact as well as other parts. Feeling his arm move around her back she closed her eyes and turned her head a little brushing the tip of her nose against the side of his neck." You smell really good," She whispered. Had he not, it would have dampened his appeal significantly although not enough of a deterrent for her to give up her pursuit for his affections. After all, she could teach him how to smell better. It didn't have to be a deal breaker, just a minor glitch. Thankfully, it wasn't an issue.

Normally, Jillian was not this forward. She didn't throw herself at every man she found attractive. This was just entirely different. Though the explanation of her drunken twitter announcement had been initially denied and then thinly veiled in jest, he already knew that she was interested. There was nothing left to hide on her part and therefore she rationalized, nothing left to lose. Either he would tell her to scram in a very Asher-like way, which would be as kind as possible, or he wouldn't. Being that there was really only way to find out this was her seizing the day.

Her thumb swept across the hair at the nape of his neck, the subtle movement prompting several of the plastic bracelets that lined either of her wrist to slide down and crash into one another, sort of making a faint chiming noise. When he let her go she sighed reluctantly letting her arms drop from around him as well. However, all signs of disappointment vanished from her face once she looked back up at him and grinned. " So, want to make a baby now ? I think it's my super fertile time. " She placed a palm over the purple cotton material of her blouse that covered her abdomen. The baby part of her twitter confession wasn't entirely true. Jillian adored other peoples babies but only because she had the option of giving them back to their rightful owners if/when they got out of hand. She wouldn't be able to do that with a child of her own. That sort of thing was frowned upon by most people. Besides, Asher already had an awesome kid, so he was pretty much set already in that department.

Pretending to make them was the only part that interested her. " Aren't you inspired by the song ? Cause I am. Very. "