Chance Encounter...?

[Leander Vincent Haynes]

Leander couldn't help grinning as he looked down at Jay. She was so pretty, hadn't complained at his fail of compliments, and seemed to enjoy the light, playful teasing that was going on between them. It almost felt like more, and, for some unknown reason, Leander hoped it was. Something about her made him want to entirely skip the "becoming friends" step of meeting a person. He wanted to go straight to the "will you go out with me?" and the holding hands in the park on a real date, or watching the sunset while enjoying a fancy dinner cruise on the harbor. He wanted to make Jay his princess and be the Prince Charming every girl dreams about having at one point in time. He just couldn't explain why he wanted it so soon, when he didn't even know her last name.

"Yanks?" he smirked playfully down at her. Leander could honestly say he'd never been called a "yank". It proved to him that he seriously wasn't only imagining the accent of her voice. Which, really, was more of a comfort than a surprise. "I'd like to see your work sometime," he added, completely serious now as his smirk transformed into a sincere smile, filled with just a hint of the affection that was beginning to bubble up in his heart. Leander couldn't help himself, though. She was just so enchanting and amazing and... everything. And, he wasn't a secretive guy. He was used to pouring out his feelings into writing, yes, but people were also exposed to it, as well. And, let's face it, he was no actor. He was the one who wrote the words for the actors, painting their lives in his head but never really taking them on physically. Mentally, you could bet he could become almost anyone in the world. But, physically, his laughing eyes and twitching lips would give him away in a few mere moments.

He chuckled softly as he spoke, nodding at her comments about the sunset. The entire city of New York was almost as beautiful as she was, though he'd hardly admit that to her yet. He didn't want to scare her off, though he was coming up with quite a few romantic, poetic things in his head. That head of his was almost always racing with some idea or other for a new piece! "I much prefer the sunset. You get to see all the lights in the city coming on as the lights in the sky go down. Though, watching the city wake up can prove to be amusingly wonderful, too," he smiled warmly down at her, speaking quietly and taking a moment to look around himself. The hustle bustle of the city was just beginning to pick up now, but it was quite fun to see everyone rushing to and fro. As long as you weren't in your way. Then, it turned out to be more like a game of Red Rover than a pleasant oberservation!

"Ah, well. There're pains to having pets, just like for having friends," he joked with a light laugh as he grabbed his and Jack's beverages. A small smirk touched his lips, and he looked down at her curiously. "Interesting?" he repeated back, hoping for an explanation or at least a small insight into the wonderfully amazing world that he was starting to envision her mind as.

"Alright, alright," he smiled charmingly at her, grinning wider as she shook her head at him. "Nah, just what a polite person would do," Leander shrugged lightly. "Perfect," he nodded as walked quietly over to the bench with her. He couldn't help but note the flirtatious gesture, and he hoped it was a good sign. He really liked Jay, and any hint about her feelings was like the sweetest honey to him.

With a grin, he sat down and handed Jay her tea, taking his own hot cocoa and opening up the bag containing the muffin. Leander knew he was sitting a little closer than normal to her, but it was like she was drawing him closer with every breath she took. She was too goddamn amazing. "Shall we?" he grinned, letting the flirty-ness seep into his expression again as he held up the muffin.

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WORDS: 773!
TAG: Jay! <3 :)
LOCATION: Wonderland, Central Park
OUTFIT: smexyness hurr!
LYRICS: You should know this!
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Jack Makenzie Greyson]

He was charming and original. She'd heard so many lines in clubs and coffee shops; it was nice to be flirting with a cute guy who was just being himself. She wasn't tensed, waiting for the Tennessee line, or the stars or the daughter of a thief routine. She was relaxed and calm and herself. It was nice when she could do that, and with a relative stranger, and feel like there was something deeper than what was just on the surface. Odd how she felt that way and she knew nothing. Not a last name, an age or well, anything most deemed important information. Though, she was a big believer in fate and all those questions swirling around in their heads would all be answered in time. This man next to her was handsome and charming and actually holding a conversation that she was enjoying. She didn't miss the near physical sparks when their hands met, or the way it seemed like they were on the same wave length. Was it odd that she was imagining dinner dates, and romantic walks through the park with no nosey pets getting in the way; even if they were the reason the two of them were now walking together.

Jay smirked at her use of the nickname for all Americans; at least, it was a nickname to those who came from across the pond. She didn’t actually use the slang all that often anymore, having been in America for quite some time. In fact, she generally steered clear of nicknames altogether, having had a few she didn’t like. Although, she did enjoy being called Irish, but no one called her that anymore and in all honesty, she kind of missed it. But that was neither here nor there. Jack smiled, pleased. Whenever someone took an interest in her work, it made her insanely happy. She loved what she did and she loved seeing the reactions of people when they saw it. Sure, it wasn’t as if she were capturing the war on film, or foreign lands in need of help and encouragement. But what she did, she loved. Besides that, she could never have gone overseas to those war ravaged countries and keep her mind on the assignment. She wore her heart on her sleeve and knew she’d end up doing something stupid that would get herself in some serious trouble or worse; killed. She’d looked into it, when she was in high school, but her boss had even said, she could do it, and she’d be good, but she wouldn’t last long because it would get to her too quickly, and then she wouldn’t be able to do very much good.

Plus, she was really into fashion, and loved meeting new people. This form of photography gave her both. She met models, celebrities, athletes and Government officials. What she chose was perfect for her and suited her personality so well. She smiled, happy that he wanted to see her work. “Actually, I happen to be heading over to the studio after I drop Av off, would you care to join me?” she asked, knowing her boss wouldn’t mind in the least, but he would have a ton of questions for her the next day. The pictures she took on the side, just for herself of people in the park, children playing on the playground, and the older men playing chess in the park, those were all for her. She had permission forms for those, but that was just general information about herself and allowing her to take their picture. “If you’re busy, you could come by another time,” she said with a genuinely happy smile.

Jay thought about that for a moment. It was true that both sunrise and sunset were spectacular in New York. The rising sun glinting off the glass skyscrapers as the sleeping woke from dreams, or those just coming home from work slip beneath the covers with the shades drawn. And, Leander was right. Sunset was probably the better of the two. The view from the roof of her building was amazing. And she often found herself up there wrapped in a wool shall, holding a cup of something hot to keep against the chill, all the while watching the sun go below the magnificent skyline while the lights of offices, and homes light up the night. “Both have their merits. Unfortunately, neither can boast excellence in the Photography department.“ If you could get it, Pictures at sunset and sunrise were breathtaking. Unfortunately, there wasn’t really enough time to get a hundred pictures, so you had to take a few and hope for the best in those few short moments. If you managed to get at least one good one, that one was stunning.

Jack nodded, knowing how it was with pets, and their many demands as Leander grabbed their drinks. She laughed softly at his inquiry. "Maybe it was my now fully shattered mental image of a writer, but I figured you for black coffee, maybe a bit of cream and sugar to offset that bitter taste." She really should have known better. It wasn't like every artist drank herbal tea and ran around town dressed like a hippie. Although, at the moment, she could check off two thirds of exactly what she'd thought up. It almost made her shudder at the thought but caught herself just in time. “But then, people are rarely stereotypical, and therefore cannot be set into any specific mold.” She said, turning into some sort of scholar. She had to admit, she had her moments. Curled into the bench, Jay decided to move Av’s leash to her slip around her foot. She could keep the leash between her foot and the bench and Av would have no way of running off, though, now he seemed to be quite calm and seemed to be behaving. Smiling, she accepted her tea with both hands, “Thank you,” she said before taking a small sip of the burning flavoured water.

Jay shifted so she was even closer to Leander, and facing him; better to hold a proper conversation. She took another sip of her tea as Leander took the muffin from the bag. It really did look delicious, and her stomach growled softly in anticipation. She hadn’t realized she was hungry until that moment. She nodded her head, laughing. “We shall!” she said, wondering how exactly she managed to fall into this moment, and so easily too.

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[Leander Vincent Haynes]

Leander had never really gotten into the photographical side of Journalism. Sure, he liked to take photos and whatnot, but it just hadn't clicked for him like writing had. It was just... there was no connection between him and a picture. Between him and a page of writing? Well, that was an entirely different story. There were practically ties bonding the two together! And, honestly, that's how things were right now, walking through Central Park with Jay. Leander could feel those ties crackling between them, the sparks flying and tickling his skin. And, he loved it. He'd never experienced anything like it before. But, well, it was entirely amazing. No romance novel could describe this correctly, and he doubt even he could find words to paint this picture to someone who had never experienced it. It was just too amazing, too personal, too surreal. This was the kind of thing that romance novels were chop full of, and the kind of thing Leander usually tried to avoid. Romances weren't his strong point because, well, he'd never lived through one himself. How could he write about something he'd never done, a subject which he had no personal experience in? Well, now he had at least something to base his writing off of. He could see it now; the dark haired beauty with the fluffy white furball strolling through Central Park and breaking every heart who caught sight of her. It was the perfect story, one nearly fit for the big screen!

He couldn't keep himself from smiling in return to hers, and his entire expression instantly brightened at her offer. Any excuse to spend more time with her was most definitely a welcomed one. And, maybe he could weasle her into going out for lunch with him. True, he probably should've gone home to check and see if Chloe had stopped by on her way to class, but, for now, his sister could wait. Jay was all he could focus on, and she was really all he wanted to focus on. "That sounds perfect, hun, if you don't mind be lounging around while you work," he grinned at her warmly. It did sound like a lot of fun to him. Watching the little lady work was probably almost as great as holding hands with her. Leander knew he got some sort of "glow" around himself when he was really into a story, and he was guessing that was how it'd be about her. Just something about being truly passionate about your career choice, like Leander was starting to believe she was. It was a nice quality for any personality, but for Jay, something about it seemed to pull him to her. They both had jobs they loved... and not many people could say that these days. It was one more thing the couple had in common. "I'm not busy at all, really. Though, my sister might call and complain about me not cooking for her," he joked with a small chuckle. He did spoil Chloe, however, and he could bet she'd call and pester him until he revealed where he was, or who he was with. Which, at the moment, was something he was hoping wouldn't happen. How could he explain he'd met some girl in the park and decided to run off with her for the day?

He laughed softly, nodding. "I bet. They're up or down so fast, it'd take ninja skills to get a truly perfect photo," he agreed, though he couldn't go into more depth than that. Leander had some photography friends who often complained about the quickness of the sunrise or sunset. That didn't mean he had a clue what they were talking about, but he could sympathize with them and make it look like he did understand.

"Black coffee?" he grinned, trying to keep himself from laughing out loud at that. Jay wouldn't be the last to be surprised by his drink choice, but Leander always found amusement in people's guesses. Stereotypes were often so fun to analyze and defy. "Nah, I'm more of one for sweet things. Black coffee's for people who don't sleep," he joked, smirking softly at her wise words. When had she gotten so wise and leanred? "Now that is something I whole heartedly agree with," he grinned while handing her her drink, nodding in response to her small thank you.

The smile stayed on his lips as she shifted closer to him, and he sipped on his hot chocolate to keep from making some sort of move on her. Not that he'd realize it until later, but still. He carefully ripped the muffin down the middle, offering her a half and noting just how pretty she was. She was almost too good to be true, and Leander began to think he'd just been thrown into some vivid dream. It wouldn't be the first time. But, this felt too real to be a dream. She was too amazing to be imagined.

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WORDS: 888!
TAG: Jay! <3 :)
LOCATION: Wonderland, Central Park
OUTFIT: smexyness hurr!
LYRICS: You should know this!
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Jack Makenzie Greyson]

Jay had never had a way with words. She'd been one hell of a student, straight A's, advanced classes, but none of that had intrigued her. It was just the path she had to take to get to where she was going. Nothing more, nothing less. She'd gotten stuck so many times and ended up having to get her Boss's opinion on her writing when she had to write up a little something for a magazine or a gallery showing. She was slowly climbing the ladder and she was damn proud of it. It annoyed her when her evil Aunt showed up and started complaining how Jack was this ne'er do well; her words. How, she had so much potential to become a doctor or a lawyer, to make a difference in the world, like her angel Katherine. Jack wasn't even twenty years old, she already had a career that would soon one day be her own studio where she'd have the assistant, and she was still in school. What could dear, dear Katherine boast? Having a strict family life, being told what to do? Attending some College doing something "significant"? What was the point in doing something you didn't love? Sure, you could make a ton of money, but when you didn't love what you did, it was a chore. She wanted passion. She wanted fire. She wanted to wake up every morning excited about what she had to do that day. She'd heard a quote somewhere, she couldn't exactly remember where, but it had stuck with her since then. When you woke up in the morning and the first thing to pop into your head was writing, you were meant to be a writer. Or something like that. It had blurred in her mind after all those years. But she felt the philosophy applied to Photography as well. When she woke up each and every morning, her very first thought was about some aspect of photography. Her second was "Need coffee" and it was thought in a terrible imitation of a zombie voice.

Jack shook her head free of the thoughts as she walked through the park with Leander. Her hand almost burning with heat as the rest of her was slightly chilled from the cool weather, but the heat from Leander was slowly moving through her entirely. Her cheeks were heated thanks to the blush that hadn't quite disappeared just yet. She wasn't entirely sure why she'd suggested he come with her to the studio. After all, the prints she had to do that day could have waited and they could have spent the day doing something more interesting. As it was, once they got to the studio Jay just knew there would be a list of things she'd have to rush around looking for to fix and then she had to upload the pictures she'd taken on her trip to the park, and print those off as well as email copies to her boss, because he was mister Perfectionist. He just had to have an emailed copy and a hard copy. She understood the hard copy, but the email? That was just a mystery. They could have gone out and played tourist, they could have stayed in the park and just talked for hours. But no, she had to invite him to the warzone, as she called it when all the assistants and her boss, and the models they needed were in.

And one though among them all, crossed her mind and made her squirm. Normally, she didn't care what people thought. But now, she was thinking that if he was interested in her now, he sure wouldn't be after he found himself among all those models who were paid to be beautiful; and some weren't actually half bad. There were a couple models her boss had in who were constants and Jay was friends with them. She'd never felt that way before, and it was actually making her uncomfortable. So, instead of wallowing in it and making her head spin, she ran her fingers through her hair, ruffling her it a little bit. She had to get back into the conversation before he realized that she was somewhere else. Jay caught most of what Leander said, so her smile was forced or faked. "We'll have to find you a chair or a stool, since my desk only has the one, but it would be nice to have fresh eyes." She loved having people around so she could ask their opinions. The rest of the group at the studio knew her too well after three years and tended to give her a wide berth while she was working away. And only came over to check things out when she got so frustrated she started talking to herself to work it out.

Jack laughed, enjoying herself. She never had a sibling to complain about, or have complained to her about something. It had always been her and her parents. But she was really okay with that. She used to think about what it would be like to have a little brother or sister, or even an older sibling, but the thoughts never lasted all that long because she knew that if that had been the case, she would still be in Dublin, and fate wouldn't have brought her to that exact moment. She was meant to be in New York. "Well, you could tell her to get take-out?" she suggested, not sure exactly what the proper protocol was on the matter," she smirked, knowing that was probably what she'd do, what she'd done when Coop called and said "Feed me! I'm hungry!" and she was too busy to meet up with her best friend. Cooper was the closest thing to a sister that Jack had. So, maybe she did know a little something about it after all? Ah, the rise and fall of the sun. It was a Photographers nightmare. And it seemed like every newly engaged couple wanted their engagement photograph taken at sunset, with the bright orange red of the setting sun, mixed with the pale pinks and purples. Jay could honestly say she was thankful, that the studio only handled a select few of those, and of those few nine of ten were either celebrities or in the spotlight somehow. And she was thankful that she'd only done two herself, and was on set for another three, over three years. Not too bad, considering how many requests they get for them. She shook her head, loving the analogy he'd chosen. "Really epic Ninja skills, or a very quick trigger finger," she agreed easily. You really did have to be quick when you only had on average six minutes to get the perfect picture. Jay shook her head, "You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?" she asked, knowing when you weren't into photography it was very difficult to keep up with the conversation. She assumed it was the same with writing. If you didn't have a way with words already, there was a slim chance you could understand what was happening.

She knew her guess was completely based on nothing but the stereotype of television shows and old film noire movies. Neither of which were based solely on reality, and the reason most people believed stereotypes were how the world ran. She certainly had her moments with intelligence, surprising when her and words weren't the best of friends. "Hey! I did say with a bit of cream and sugar! Surely that's got to count for something!" She laughed, enjoying herself in the park with this boy. Even Av was enjoying himself. Or, he was behaving at least, which really meant he felt his work was done for the day. She knew that when they sat down, if he didn't lie down or sit down next to the park bench, he was going to want some attention for being such a good boy and bring them together. She'd probably tear off a small piece of her part of the muffin to give to him; a small treat for being such a devil. "I love sweet," she said before she realized how that could possibly sound. She was on a roll today! She coughed, trying to hide the laughter that was bubbling up at her own words, and almost missed what he'd said in response to her super smart moment.

But that was okay, because sitting so close to him had her mind shutting off there for a second anyway. She sipped quietly at the searing hot flavoured water to keep herself from the fact that she wanted him to do something or say something, make a move maybe? She'd met the man not even an hour ago and already she was this enthralled. She accepted her half of the muffin before balancing her coffee cup between her knees as she ripped a small piece off for Av, before tearing away another for herself to eat.

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[Leander Vincent Haynes]

The idea of accompanying Jay to work sounded more and more pleasant as he turned it over in his always churning mind. Going with her meant spending more time together, yes, that was true. But, it also meant getting to see her in her element, the place where he figured she'd be most free and most like herself. It also meant watching her do what she seemed to love, and that was always something Leander loved doing. Observing was what he did for a living. Or, at least, what he was training and planning on doing for a living as soon as he was out of that stupid lecture hall and in the real world with real stories, real people, and real action that would cause his fingertips to grow sore from pounding on keys so often. But, watching her would definitely be a treat. Observing could be fun, especially when you had such a beautiful and seemingly willing subject to study.

He chuckled softly when she mentioned having fresh eyes around the place. Leander really couldn't help her with any of it, mainly because he thought himself unqualified and the fact that he'd be watching her more than anything else. "A seat of honor for the fresh, totally clueless eyes," he laughed, giving her as charming a smile as he could. Give him an essay or article to write; he could do that. But, photography? All you'd get was a "that's pretty" or "interesting subject". Or, he'd make up an entire story in his head to accompany the photo he saw. That happened more than not when he was bored, or when he saw gruesome or interesting pictures in the newspaper. There was always a story to everything, even the most simplistic subject.

Unconsciously, he was doing that now with Jay. He was making up some fantastic, probably entirely off, back story about her. And, then there was the story writer side of him that was taking in everything he could about. The way her hair framed her face, how her eyes sparkled, the brightness that accompanied her smile. It was all being stored away in that very large brain of his for later use. As in, when he was sitting at home tonight picturing every moment of this hopefully perfect day with her, and reliving their time spent together. But, as usual, his sister would probably ruin his little escape with a phonecall or by popping up in his apartment with Dexter on her shoulder. Leander never minded though. He loved his little sister, and he loved spoiling her. He'd been doing that for so long, it kind of just came naturally. Chloe came above everything else, everyone else. She'd been the person holding him out of relationships for years, not purposely of course. But, the girls who showed some interest in Leander always backed off the moment they saw how devoted he was to making sure Chloe was constantly okay. What did they expect, though? His sister had gone through years of cancer, missing out on most of her childhood. Was he supposed to merely ignore that and be some wild party boy who forgot entirely about his family and how much they needed him?

Shaking his head, he focused back on Jay. Chloe could survive with leftover take out for one more night. "Yeah, she'll either do that or raid my fridge before going home to eat at my parents," he chuckled warmly, giving her a light shrug. Leander would call Chloe later and tell her she was on her own for a meal. He'd have to do it somewhere out of Jay's earshot, however, because he was sure to be asked some questions that would lead to topics he didn't want the pretty girl hearing about. Like, herself and just why he was romping around the city with her like the world had fled both their minds.

"I'm sure you've got those ninja skills and the perfect trigger finger, right?" he teased softly, giving her a playful smirk. A laugh rumbled through his chest when she spoke again, and he couldn't help nodding. "I'm a writer, hun, not a photographer. If I went off about prose, sentence structure, and styles, you'd probably be just as lost," he grinned down at her. "Maybe I'll pick up a thing or two from you down at the studio," he suggested casually with a shrug. Leander wouldn't mind learning a thing or two, especially if it brought him closer to her.

Leander couldn't keep himself from laughing at her guess for what he'd drink. Black coffee really wasn't his thing, despite the fact that many of his classmates and professors did actually drink it. He just couldn't find the flavor in in, and always needed to add a decent amount of sugar before he'd even touch the stuff. Hot chocolate, though, now that was something he could drink all day long. It was hot, pure chocolate, and usually came with a bit of whipped cream on top. That alone could brighten everyone's day up. "Still! Black coffee," he shuddered jokingly, shaking his head and grinning down at her some more. Those handsome lips quirked into a flirty smirk at her words. "Well, if the drink doesn't prove I'm sweet, I don't know what will." He nibbled on the muffin quietly, sipping his hot chocolate and smiling as he watched Jay feed Av a piece of her half. "What time do you need to be at the studio?" he questioned gently, taking another swig of his hot chocolate and smiling at her brightly.

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WORDS: 1005!
TAG: Jay! <3 :)
LOCATION: Wonderland, Central Park
OUTFIT: smexyness hurr!
LYRICS: You should know this!
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Jack Makenzie Greyson]

It was amazing how they'd run into each other only a short time before, and already she was inviting him to the studio. It was the one place in the world that she rarely invited anyone to. Even Cooper had only been there once, maybe twice; maybe. Her parents didn't go there, she didn't entirely know why exactly, but they didn't. If, for some reason, one of them had to drop Av off, they'd text her and let her know they were downstairs. It wasn't that she didn't like having people around; there was always at least ten people in the studio at any given time during business hours. Of course, she was usually so engrossed in what she was doing that she had a tendency to completely forget there were people around. And it was actually so much worse when she had to use the darkroom. She was a perfectionist when it came to her work. She would spend an hour figuring out the perfect exposure time. If she were to ever put her fingers in the chemicals, those stems would be wrinkled and pruned as if she'd been in a bath for far too long. A light blush coloured Jay's cheeks. It seemed that it would become a recurring bodily habit if he kept smiling at her. Jack nodded her head seriously, with a playful spark in her dark eyes. "Fresh, yes, but clueless? I think you've the keen eye for it. We'll see how you do," she said, allowing the laughter to finally reveal itself. She'd managed to calm herself before speaking, but it was a useless action when she was just going to let it out again.

He was silent, not for long, but enough that Jack could unhurriedly allow her gaze to look him up and down. She was seeing him with Photographer eyes, not girl eyes. He was very attractive, stunning some would say. He would definitely be very photogenic. And, as surprised as she was at the fact, she really wanted to get him in front of her lens. There was more to the man with her; so much more beneath the surface. It showed in his eyes. There was knowledge in those gorgeous eyes the colour of the ocean that people around their age just didn't have. It intrigued her. She wanted to capture it on film, study it; study him. She knew she may never figure what those pale orbs held, but she would enjoy speculating. Jack smiled warmly at the thought of a home cooked meal more than the fact that she knew that phone call would be eventual. And she figured there would be a lot of speculation if he didn't call her soon, but she kept that to herself. It wasn't any of her business.

Jack smile was wickedly amused, "I'd say, but with the Ninja code and all, there's a chance I'd have to kill you," she said, laughing. She sobered up some to nod her head. "Yes, I would be," she said, not bothering to hide that fact. If it was the truth, why sugarcoat it. In certain cases, yes she could see the point it putting things gently, or in some roundabout way to get the point across but also to allow the other person to figure it out on their own. But this, if she'd done that, and later, they were talking about his work, his passion, she'd be sitting there smiling pretty, 'oohing' and 'awing' and just nodding her head not understanding a word that was coming from his mouth. But, Jay was an inquisitive person, always asking questions about what other people were doing. It usually kept them calm when there was a camera in their faces, so, she'd probably have a million questions for Leander. So many, that he would probably get annoyed and boot her out. Scenarios ran through Jay's head at how that might be done, and it brought an absent smile to her face.

She shook her head, her mind racing back to reality from the space station it had just visited. "I'm an excellent teacher," she said with a grin. She shook her head. Yep, she thought, stereotype completely ruined. She'd never be able to watch anything with a journalist as a character again. She knew she would always think about Leander and his hot chocolate. Jack rolled her eyes in an over dramatic fashion before bumping her shoulder casually into his. "Well, I'll never fall into the hype of a stereotype again," she said, laughing. The blush that seemed to have taken up a permanent residence of her cheeks flared, and she was actually grateful she didn't have the super pale complexion of the Irish or it really would have been a lot worse than it was; which was already pretty bad. She turned to look down at Avalanche lying all calm where her feet would have been if she hadn't had them pulled up. She couldn't think of what to say to that that would come across as a total come on.

With Av enjoying his little treat, Jay started to lift her cup of flavoured hot water to her lips when Leander asked his question. Without even giving it a thought, thanks to her mind still racing from his previous statement, she twisted her wrist around to check a watch that wasn't there and hadn't been there for almost a week, and spilt the scalding hot water all over both herself and Leander. Her first instinct was to gasp and drop the cup. Her second was to lean closer to him to make sure he was alright. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I'm such a klutz! Are you okay? We need to get you out of those clothes," she said in a rush and all in one breath. She felt bad, horrible; so bad that she hadn't even clued in that her words could have been seriously misconstrued. She jumped from her seat on the bench, completely oblivious to the fact that her own skin was burning and turning pink under her jeans. She snatched up Av's leash from the ground where it had fallen with her sudden movement.

Jack grabbed Leander's hand to lead him to the studio. It wasn't far from the park, a matter of minutes walking so they'd be there soon enough and they always had clothes lying around for models. There would definitely be something there for the two of them to change into. And, if she was lucky, the place wouldn't be crawling with all sorts of people; it'd just be a handful. Jack turned at the entrance to the park before crossing the street and turning down another side street. About a block and a half down, Jack turned into an alley. There was an entrance around the corner on the next street that lead to the studio on the second floor, but the warehouse like building was used for other things as well and she wasn't in the mood for raised brows from the security team she was fond of having lunch with. There was an entrance at the back of the building that went straight up to the studio. They'd take those stairs up, and she'd use her key if the door was locked.

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[Leander Vincent Haynes]

Leander sipped at his coffee with a happy smile on his face. This girl - Jay - was really getting him to smile an awful lot. But, for some reason, he liked it. She was pleasant company and the way her cheeks kept flaming in a pretty blush only helped to further the idea. It was cute the way she kept trying to hide it. And, he was purposely trying to get her to blush a little, though it sounded a bit cruel. He liked it when she blushed; it brought color to her beauitful cheeks and drove her into a more flustered and adorable state, something he was already fond of. How long had it been now? Ten, fifteen minutes? And he was already picking out things he liked about her, discovering what could make her blush, gauging her reactions to different things they said. Their conversation was flirt, and he was enjoying it. Not many people got to see Mr. Haynes this relaxed.

He blinked in surprise as the scalding water splashed over his shirt and hers, taking a moment of stunned silence to realize what had happened. And then Jay was rambling in that cute way she had, making him chuckle and shake his head. Her words produced one of those charming, unknowingly flirty smirks and he rested his hand on her shoulder to calm her a bit. "It's fine, hun, don't get so worked up. I didn't like this shirt anyways," he grinned, smirking once more. "Only if you're gettin' out of yours, too," he winked, standing up with her and noticing the stains on her own body. "You already? You didn't burn yourself did you?" he questioned worriedly, letting her drag him to what he was assuming would be her studio if it was close enough. Leander really didn't care where they went, and he wasn't even concerned about his probably ruined clothes. Not like they were new or anything, anyways. Besides, he could always use more clothes to wear around the apartment and then use the bum appearance as an excuse not to go outside that day. Most of his clothes for "Writing Days" were stained, torn, maybe faded; anything that wasn't suitable for public eyes generally made it into the drawer with the rest of his collection. More than once Chloe had tried to clean that particular drawer out and drag her older brother out of the house, but he usually stopped her in time to save a few pairs of sweats and some tee shirts.

Shaking the thoughts off, Leander wove his fingers through Jay's and continued to wherever she was leading him. "If I'm allowed to ask, assuming you're not taking me to your evil coffee spilling lair, where are we going?" he teased gently, giving her hand a squeeze to show he was kidding. He didn't blame her at all for the spilt coffee; it could've happened to anyone, including himself. Leander was more worried that she'd burned herself than about his clothes or himself. And, if she had hurt herself in some way, he'd feel worse for not constantly asking if she was alright, like he had a habit of doing to those he cared for. And, somehow, she'd suddenly been added to that list. He didn't know why, or even how, but... he knew she was on it now. Which meant he'd do everything in his power to make sure she was alright.

• • •

WORDS: 620!
TAG: Jay! <3 :)
LOCATION: Wonderland, Central Park
OUTFIT: smexyness hurr!
LYRICS: You should know this!
NOTES: Short & Sweet but it gets 'em moving! <3 :D

[Jack Makenzie Greyson]

In a city filled with so many people, it was refreshing to have a taste of originality. In her line of work it was a rare treat. And she was coming to realize that she wanted more of it. They'd only met not even twenty minutes before and they were already on a date. A date?! The thought made Jack pause. Was that what this was? In a way, she supposed it was, and she found herself hoping it wouldn't be the last and only. Jack liked him. The way his hair fell in waves, how it was just a bit too long, and those eyes. They were a spectacular colour; not quite blue, not quite green. She even liked the difference in their height. It would be so nice to lean up on the tips of her toes, wrap her arms around his neck and press her lips to his.

Now where had that come from? Her eyes had widened with impulse at the thought, but it had actually taken effort to calm her suddenly racing heart, blink and bring her dark orbs back to a normal level. And where was this flirtatiousness coming from? It was so natural and very much unlike Jay. After all, ego boosting was part of her job description. But this wasn't that. Here, she wasn't inflating an ego; not on purpose anyway. Here, she was... being herself, she thought almost awestruck. She'd finally found someone who could shed the photographer from her and leave only the girl. They were watching each other; like this was a dance and they were still trying to learn the moves.

Jay couldn't believe she'd just done that! How stupid could she be? After that, she was seriously wondering if he'd even talk to her again. She didn't think he would. She was so embarrassed, and her cheeks were blazing with heat. She was rambling. English? Irish? Both? Hell if she knew, but it was understandable when she was in shock for doing something so klutzy. And just when she was starting to their time together was perfect. Her thoughts were too soon, apparently. His hand on her shoulder caused her to pause, to breathe. His words made her smile, but she was feeling guilty, and it showed. Eyes were the window to the soul; or at the very least, your emotions. She was starting to walk away when his comment made her stop, dead in her tracks, before glancing his way and continuing through the park and down the street. She had a devil of a smirk spread across her face as her own words sunk in; finally. Who knew she had that one in her? Coop would probably say she knew, after all they'd been friends for a while. Now, she really did stop, when they got to the entrance of her the park. She took a moment to look over at Leander with a confused look on her face. "What? No, I'm fine," she said, not even connecting that she'd spilled the tea all over the entire side of her body. Her jacket would be soaked through and her pant leg would be stained if she didn't take the pair of jeans to her mother to get her to work her magic on the article. She’d regret it later, when she saw how red her leg really was.

Jay's blush crept back with Leander's fingers twining with hers. How could anyone make her blush so much in one half hour than most people tried throughout her entire life? Maybe, she thought, it was fate. She was amused at how he's phrased that question, but she still managed to look at him like he was the crazy one kidnapping her, not the other way around. "The studio is in this building. I didn't want to go through the front door," she said as if this made perfect sense. Without looking, Jack pulled out a set of keys from her bag and unlocked the nondescript paint chipped brown door with some sort of graffiti art she still hadn't figured out. Jack opened the door wide, allowing all three to enter without the heavy metal door hitting any of them. The door lead straight into a well lit stairwell and nothing else. Jay let go of Av's leash since there wasn't anything he could get into and he'd been to the studio plenty of times. He would serve as the warning that she was coming. "It's just up here at the top of the stairs. There'll be clothes you can wear," she said climbing the stairs like they were Mount Everest. When she reached the top of the stairs, she smirked, noticing the door was wide open, which meant there had been a delivery. Boxes were stacked all along one wall, while a couple of the other, older assistants, or employees or whatever they wanted to be called, moved them into the various storage rooms. Aside from them, and her boss who was walking around calling out orders, there didn't seem to anyone else around. "Welcome to the studio," she said, not bothering with the proper name of the place. Anyone who worked there just called it the studio anyway.

Her boss would leave them alone to do what they pleased. She wasn’t around to lug boxes to this room and that; there was a crew for that; which the two helping her boss were a part of. Besides that, Jay seemed to be the daughter or sister her boss never had and he tended to treat her like a princess around the studio. She basically had free reign to do what she pleased. She nodded at her boss, mentally telling him she’d answer any and all questions; later, before turning to Leander and smiling at his expression. She let go of Leander’s hand to walk to a wooden door just off to the side. She opened it revealing a closet full of miscellaneous clothing. She squinted at Leander, guessing his size, before turning around and grabbing clothes out of the closet; including some stuff for herself. She was feeling a bit chilled. After a minute, she closed the door and walked back to Leander, holding out a ball of grey. “These should fit,” she said, with a smile, now that she was able to smile. “There’s a washroom right there you can change in,” she said pointing to a door littered with random photographs of “manly things” as her boss said. There was another door covered in “girly things” for the other bathroom.

_{TAG;; LEANDER <333
WORDS;; 1096
CLOTHES;; THIS SMEXXAH THANG!, AVALANCHE
LYRICS;; NOT AFRAID//EMINEM
NOTES;; Haha... here's hoping that made sense xD}[/SIZE]

[Leander Vincent Haynes]

Leander couldn't help grinning at Jay as she explained where they were going. He hadn't realized her studio was this close. It must've had a great view of Central Park, at least. "Ah, that makes sense. So you are taking me to your liar," he teased, playfully bumping her with his shoulder as she fished the keys out ofh er purse. She sure could fit a lot in that little bag. But, then again, he probably shouldn't have been surprised. His sister could do the exact same thing. It must've been some feminine ability that males would never, and could never, posess. He held open the door for her as she passed inside with Av, who darted up the stairs and caused him to chuckle softly. "But I was so looking forward to stripping," he joked, following after her and climbing up the stairs with her. It looked like a nice place, at least.

He glanced around in slight awe as he saw the commotion that could only accompany deliveries, no matter what business the deliveries were dealing with. His eyes took in everything with that practiced way all writers eventually acquired, everything from the labels on the boxes to the way the employees were speaking to each other. Leander nodded at Jay as she said welcome, giving her a brilliant smile and walking with her to what he assumed would be clothes. Reluctantly, he released her hand and peeked into the room she'd just opened up. Clothes everywhere, kind of like what his mother's closet looked like before cleaning days. He smirked at the thought, taking the clothes from her and nodding. "Thanks," he grinned down at her before walking off to the washroom.

Leander pushed through the door, going into a stall and locking it behind himself. He stripped out of his stained clothing, trying to think up remedies to help get the large brown spots out of it. Well, his mother would definitely be getting a call tonight. Or, more than likely, he'd end up at his parents home with a bag of laundry that his mother would no doubt do while she invited him to stay for dinner. He always loved going home for that reason; his mother was a much better cook than he would ever be, though he was improving steadily nowadays. Still. Homecooked food and free laundry? Yeah, definitely worth traveling back for. Shaking the thoughts off, Leander slipped into the sweatpants Jay had given him. They fit, thank goodness, and he transferred his phone, keys, and other belongings to these pockets before grabbing the shirt. He began to pull it over his head, sighing in frustration when the stupid thing wouldn't stretch enough to fit his well-built form. Well, damn.

He snatched up the striped button-down shirt he'd had on, shrugging into it and buttoning only a couple of the black buttons. Leander bundled his other stained shirt and the too-small one up, going back out to find Jay. It didn't even phase him that most of his chest was still exposed, or that there was a huge stain on one side of him.

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WORDS:
TAG: Jay! <3 :)
LOCATION: Wonderland, Central Park
OUTFIT: smexyness hurr!
LYRICS: You should know this!
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Jack Makenzie Greyson]

She didn’t dare slow down, lest Leander catch cold or something. She would feel horribly guilty if he got sick. But when she did stop outside the door to fish out her keys with the single hand, she did take the time to laugh and flash a grin in his direction. His words were calming her down, which was good. Normally, if this had happened before, or to someone else, she would have freaked out and done as she did, but she would have been so single minded in her mission that she wouldn’t have caught his words, nor would she have been able to blush or laugh or even smile. With Leander, it was like it was perfectly okay to spill scalding hot water all over someone. If she would have done that to anyone else, they’d be sending her the dry cleaning bill, and screaming at her to never speak to them again. Not Leander; he was cracking jokes and making her calm down, whether he meant to or not was a different story. But by the time she’d managed to get the door open, thanks to his help again, and inside, she really was calm; still had that single minded mission, but calm all the same.

She had her keys, but she fumbled them at his words and gentle shoulder bump. What was up with all this? She honestly had no clue and was definitely going to have to run to Coop and her boss to figure it all out. Both sides’ opinions right when she needed them; perfect. She laughed, shocking even herself there for a moment. She didn’t think she could laugh until she knew he was okay. “Yes, naturally! My evil layer where I invite people to get scalding hot tea poured over them on a daily basis as punishment for whatever I deem punishable,” she said still chuckling as she finally caught onto those keys again. She wasn’t going to think about what had just come from her mouth. That was just… very… Natural Jack; someone she usually wasn’t until she knew the person she was hanging out with could handle her awkward, often shocking, insanity. She liked to blame Coop for her sarcastic behaviour, but really, she had no one to blame but herself. Of course, she usually flashed a quick, if wicked grin and all was forgotten. People had a habit of thinking the things she said could never be said by her, so they forgive and forget, thinking it was all in their imagination. Her father had always said she’d make a good Con artist if she wasn’t such an amazing photographer.

At the top of the stairs, she took an extra moment to glance at Leander from the corner of her eye. She loved bringing people to the studio; especially when they didn’t know what exactly to expect. The look of awe tended to make Jay laugh happily. She didn’t pause for long, and quickly raced to get him something dry to wear. It was the least she could do after all. She waited until the bathroom door closed behind him before she fell back against the wall. She was going to have some serious explaining to do later when her boss finally asked her, all casual like it was really nothing new and it only interested him slightly. After a second she lifted her eyes from the clothes she held in her hand for herself, to her boss across the room. He was watching her with a amused smirk on his face, but she knew he wouldn’t say anything. Instead, she rolled her eyes at him and slipped into the little girl’s room to change out of her own clothing. As she was tugging on the seriously baggy sweat pants, she saw how red her leg was. She was going to have a lovely little burn there for a while. She sighed, pulling the pants up and letting them fall low on her waist before slipping on the white tee she’d snagged. It was a bit tight, but she could live with that. She really needed to start bring extra clothes to the studio; and not just the ‘corporate’ clothes she kept in her bosses office. Jay picked up all her clothes and left the bathroom for her desk.

Pulling a hair tie from the drawer of her desk, the petite brunette shoved her long thick hair into a messy bun to get it out of her face after she tossed her clothes into a plastic bag she’d found in another drawer. Even now, it was amazing what could be found in her desk without even her knowing it was there. As she waited, she pulled up the proper program before turning at the sound of a door opening. Her smile was on her face even before she could fully see Leander. Her eyes narrowed a bit the moment she saw him, or rather his shirt but that lasted all of a millisecond before her white smile came back to her. She couldn’t say she wasn’t enjoying the view and would honestly be a little sad when he was gone. “So, what do you think of the place?” she asked, wondering about his first impressions more than wanting to know if he wanted a different shirt. Who was she to complain when she liked what she saw?

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WORDS;; 899
CLOTHES;; THIS SMEXXAH THANG!, AVALANCHE
LYRICS;; NOT AFRAID//EMINEM
NOTES;; Haha... xD}[/SIZE]

[Leander Vincent Haynes]

Leander came over to Jay's desk, a grin already on his face as he saw the clothes she'd changed into. She looked relaxed and comfortable now, two things he liked to see people. All the tight-skirts, make-up, and other various frills really just irked him and proved that so many people hide behind their outer appearences. He, as a writer, was all about what was underneath. The scandals, the heartbreaks, the truly raw personalities that rarely ever shown through as much as they should've. Seeing someone relaxed and at ease, without all the stage lights, was something he'd prefer to have more often. It was one reason on an infinite list why Leander had no girlfriend. He couldn't find anyone who wasn't totally obsessed with if their eyebrows were perfectly millimeter-exact, or who wasn't wearing half their weight in make-up for most of the day. Jay, however, wasn't like them, and it was why he had that goofy grin on his face as he walked up to her desk. Just seeing her made him smile like a complete, total idiot. But, he was loving every single second of it.

"I think, it's a bit chilly and that people who walk in here with coffee stains all over their clothes must be normal, because nobody stared in the slightest," he teased softly, winking at her before unbundling his shirts. "Any chance of me getting a bigger size?" he questioned, holding up the stained one. "Or am I stuck in this again?" Leander was kind og hoping she'd give him a bigger shirt. Walking around a photography studio only half-dressed seemed just a bit awkward.

That grin still on his face, Leander bit the inside of his lip. He noticed a piece of hair slipping out of the messy bun she'd thrown it into, and he couldn't help his natural instinct to want to tuck it away. Hesitantly, he reached forward, his warm fingers grazing her cheek ever so slightly as he gently pushed the stray lock out of her face and behind her ear. "You missed a piece, doll," he whispered, smiling softly down at her. There were sparks racing through his entire hand as he with drew it, and to say they went unnoticed would be a total lie. Leander noticed and, gosh, did he like it.

• • •

WORDS: 600!
TAG: Jay! <3 :)
LOCATION: Wonderland, Central Park
OUTFIT: smexyness hurr!
LYRICS: You should know this!
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Jack Makenzie Greyson]

Jack wasn’t the sort to cake on the make-up unless she was basically forced into it because of a client meeting. A little mascara, maybe some eye liner and naturally gloss- she hated chapped lips, and she was good to go. It was only when she had to meet those clients that she dressed as though she were the model and not the photographer. It put her clients at ease or something; having her look like she should be in front of the camera; like her appearance was directly related to her skills. More than anything that annoyed her. She was jeans and tees and dressing up some porcelain dolls was just a part of her job. Quite possibly the one aspect she wasn’t a fan of.

Her looks were something she had to take care of, but not something she obsessed over like some Manhattan princess. She could still remember the days she’d spent in Dublin, rolling around in the dirt with the boys of her neightbourhood pretending to play a friendly game of footy. It was only after she got the job at the studio that she really had to buckle down about her appearance. But it was all part of the job and she loved what she did. Jack laughed at Leander’s comment. It probably was chilly with your shirt half done, and with all the odd photo shoots they’d had to do in studio, seeing them walk in with stains, the people who were there probably just thought they were doing some odd work outside. It had happened before, minus the stains. In the three years Jay had been working at the studio, she’d seen her fair share of… eccentric photo shoots that clients had designed themselves.

Jay was seriously thinking about telling him that was the largest size she could find, just so she could keep the view in sight, but that was probably considered cruel and unusual punishment. Too bad, she thought on an absent sigh. She had the thought in her head to get up and dig through that closet for a bigger size, when he reached his hand out, his fingers grazing her cheek and slipped a flyaway piece of hair from her face. She hadn’t even noticed it, she’d been too preoccupied by Leander’s presence. She flushed as the sparks ran through her entire body, pleased that one touch to bring such energy. “T-thanks,” she said, stuttering a tiny bit. She never stuttered. Finally, Jay stood, looking around slightly dazed, like she didn’t know exactly where she was going.

She narrowed her eyes as if she were searching for the door; or waiting for her thoughts to align again. “Okay, you wanted a bigger shirt,” she said, more for her own benefit, so she could figure out where the hell to go; lord was she flustered. If one touch could illicit such reactions, Jay could only imagine what a kiss would do. She’d be out cold, unconscious on the floor, she just knew it. Finally figuring out where she was supposed to go, she moved to the closet, opened the door and started digging through the close again. She refused to look in the direction she knew her boss was because she knew he had that smirk on his face. The one that said he knew exactly what was going through her mind and it amused him to know end to know he could pick on her later for it. She’d seen the look before. Jack checked the tag of another shirt, this one a long sleeve and smiled triumphantly as she took it from the hanger and turned to Leander. She’d remembered the size she’d given him before, clearly wrong, and now had a size up from it. Hopefully this one would fit. All the clothes were mostly samples, freebies from the clients they worked with. The studio and the models got to divvy up the clothing and more often than not, the clothes the studio kept were used as practice clothes, or first timers.

Jack held out the shirt with a brilliant smile on her face. “Here you are. If this one doesn’t fit, it looks like we’ll have to let you walk around topless,” she said, with a sigh and a shake of her head as if this was the final chance. If it still didn’t fit, she clearly needed to dress the models more, and there were only a few other shirts left, bigger than that. So, the options were quickly dwindling, and she’d soon be forced to steal a shirt from her boss, who would definitely ask questions then.

_{TAG;; LEANDER <333
WORDS;; 773
CLOTHES;; THIS SMEXXAH THANG!, AVALANCHE
LYRICS;; Wouldn't Change a Thing//Camp Rock 2 Cast
NOTES;; Haha... xD}[/SIZE]

[Leander Vincent Haynes]

Leander couldn't keep the nervous, butterfly fueled smile off his lips as the color flooded Jay's cheeks from his innocent touch. Well, not really innocent. There was the strong desire to reach out and do much more than caress that warm cheek of hers, though he was determined to keep all of those in check. Feelings like this weren't normal for him, and he wasn't about to act on them when he'd barely known the girl for an hour. Even if that touch left his skin wanting a lot more, he'd be a gentleman. That was his job, after all; to be a total gentleman and not act like the typical college kid roaming around New York and waking up with a new girl in their bed every night. He had to be proper and sweet if not for his own sake than for Chloe's.

"Any time, doll. Any time," he nodded slowly, taking a step back from her for his sanity's sake. If he stayed so close, Leander knew this internal battle was going to get worse and worse by the mere second. He let out a soft chuckle, running a hand through his hair. "Yes, ma'am," he grinned down at her. Leander followed after her to the door, looking around the busy studio again in slight awe as she dug through the closet for a hopefully bigger shirt. He didn't blame her at all for the slight mix up. Actually, he'd kind of enjoyed the look on her face when he'd walked up to her desk. But, then again, he was intoxicated just by her smile. He was highly doubting he'd ever be able to blame her for anything, let alone get mad at her.

He smiled at her again, taking the shirt from her and stripping out of his stained one quickly. Setting that one at his feet, Leander pulled the new one over his head, rolling the sleeves up a bit. He'd get warm easily, plus, he really didn't like long sleeves. They irritated his wrists while he was typing and, even if there was no prospect of him writing now, it was plain habit to roll up the sleeves and leave his lower arms exposed. The shirt fit like a glove though and he grinned at Jay again, grabbing his other shirt and balling it up in his hand. Yeah, his mother would have a bit of laundry to do this weekend. "Thanks, but I'd rather be clothed. People tend to think guys walking around shirtless in winter is a bit odd," he teased, winking playfully at her.

• • •

WORDS: 500!
TAG: Jay! <3 :)
LOCATION: Wonderland, Central Park
OUTFIT: smexyness hurr!
LYRICS: You should know this!
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Jack Makenzie Greyson]

Normally, it annoyed Jack to be given some sort of pet name like “doll” or “babe”, but that annoyance seemed to have flown out the window, along with everything else in her mind. Of course, the guys trying to call her those names thought they were God’s gift to women or something. It pleased Jay a little bit to know she was the one to bring them down off their pedestal, whether it be with her quick and often shocking sarcastic wit, or with her years of Martial Arts training; she looked innocent but she was capable of doing some serious damage if provoked. But with the pet name coming from Leander, she didn’t mind at all; in fact, she kind of liked it.

Her thoughts were rambling off again. Her thoughts just couldn’t seem to stay on track with Leander around. She loved it, but she had a feeling she wasn’t going to get any work done, and her boss really needed those shots for later. She could do it later, email them with a message telling her boss he was a big boy and could print them out himself; something none of his other employees could get away with. Of course, she was like his little sister; she got away with so much; including bringing people along to the studio with her. But that rule was only really in effect when there was a major photo shoot going on. Any other time, that particular rule was practically nonexistent.

Getting her thoughts in order, her eyes narrowed at Leander when he called her ma’am, but she didn’t say anything and just kept the smirk on her face. It was probably a good thing she was having such strong feelings towards him, or she would’ve lashed out by now. Though, she was starting to wonder if she could get mad at him; he was just too sweet and too genuine for her to get mad. She handed over the shirt, and a moment later, was instantly glad she did. She’d seen the models strip down in front of her, walk around the studio in their Calvin Klein’s and yet she felt nothing; just utter disinterest and a need to get the job over a done with. It wasn’t as though they weren’t attractive, they were, but their arrogance ruined any and all chances they thought they had with the young photographer.

But this was something different. It was like her breathe caught and her stomach knotted up and her heart was beating so hard and fast she thought her boss could hear it across the room. She wasn’t sure if her jaw slacked, if her eyes widened, but she didn’t care either way. And she had the overwhelming need to step closer to him, be closer to him. With the shirt finally on, it took her another minute to realize that one, she’d moved a step closer and two, she was staring again. She smiled at his reply to her half joke. “You’d think, but in here, sadly, it’s a weekly thing,” she said meaning the sad part, it really was a weekly thing, sometimes more when they were busy, or it was around that time of the year that everyone decided they wanted new head shots.

She had to do something or Jay knew she would just take the two steps she’d need and kiss him or something, so she looked away for a second and caught her boss watching them. Her cheeks flamed brighter than they were, as if she’d been caught by her big brother doing something she shouldn’t have. Jack wanted to stick out her tongue but thought better of it. How would that look, trying to impress a guy and acting like a five year old with her boss? Probably not the greatest of first impressions ever, so instead she turned away and looked back at Leander. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his strong forearms were in plain view, holding a ball of cloth previously known as a shirt. She could see the fabric stretching slightly over his arms and chest and she actually wanted to sit down. Somewhere, in the back of her head, she was thinking that all of that was new and something she’d never felt before. But she was also thinking that she liked it, like it a lot; didn’t want it to end, really. Absently, Jack ran her hand over her hair, before turning around to shut the door again. She couldn’t keep it open or she’d get a wonderful twenty minute lecture. ”So,” She said, turning back with a smile on her face, “Where were we?” she asked, guessing it would be better to try and get back on track before she gave in and kissed him.

_{TAG;; LEANDER <333
WORDS;; 803
CLOTHES;; THIS SMEXXAH THANG!, AVALANCHE
LYRICS;; Wouldn't Change a Thing//Camp Rock 2 Cast
NOTES;; Haha... xD}[/SIZE]

[Leander Vincent Haynes]

Leander's pet names were just things he was used to using. He didn't flirt with them, like so many scumbags did, and he called lots of his female friends that. "Doll" happened to be one of his favorites mainly because it wasn't "babe" or "baby". Everyone on the planet used that one, or had been called it numerous times. But "doll"? How many people still used that one? None that he knew of, at least, besides himself. Maybe it was a writer's need to stand out, but he didn't like going with the flow for pet names, even if they were for girls he'd just met and who'd spilled scalding tea over half of his body.

"Weekly, huh? Bet that's a sight to see," he chuckled as he finished smoothing the shirt over his skin. Leander had caught her eyes lingering on him, but, honestly, he couldn't say he minded. Usually, he never cared much about how "hot" he was (or, at least, his sister kept saying her friends thought so). Now, he wanted Jay to like him, though, and, if looking good helped with that, then he'd try and fix his hair a little more or make the tragic shirt look better. Anything to get her to like him; anything. It was surprising how much of a desperate need that was. Leander didn't seek many people's approval, other than his professors of course. But, he wanted Jay's approval and he wanted it to be as high as the sky. Already, he couldn't bare the idea of letting her down in any way emotionally or physically possible.

He smiled down at her warmly, shrugging casually. "Your choice, hun. This is your lair, after all, not mine," he teased, winking at her. Leander honestly didn't mind what they did, as long as they continued to spend some time together. Besides, the studio was very interesting and he'd already taken in as many details as his brain could handle. Staying longer might open up a few new ideas for him, something the young writer was always and constantly on the prowl for.

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WORDS:
TAG: Jay! <3 :)
LOCATION: Wonderland, Central Park
OUTFIT: smexyness hurr!
LYRICS: You should know this!
NOTES: <3 <3 <3