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She kisses him
It happens between one moment and the next. In the midst of them hurling insults, of him deflecting every prodding attempt she made to get underneath his skin and into his head. After she’d pounced and clawed at him and gotten a few cartoony punches in. He’s face to face with her, roughly pointing his finger into her chest that’s heaving with anger as he declares that he’s not deep, that there’s nothing to find, no layers or method to his madness. Her eyes are narrowed into a fierce glare, not backing down like any of the others would’ve, instead she leaned forward encroaching on his personal space, and he almost thinks she’s going to swing on him again. But instead the unthinkable-
Time turns still, the room goes silent-finally free from their loud incessant yelling, and Jax’s ears go ramrod straight; with fluster or anger, he’s not entirely sure.
Honestly, he’s not entirely sure what’s happening at all. Only that Pomni’s lips that were just spewing out harsh words a moment ago are pressed against his. And it feels… good? Her hands are firmly holding his head down to her due to their comical height difference.
Jax is pretty sure she’s on her tippy-toes.
He goes lax without even really thinking about it, the ire flooding from his body, mind going numbingly peacefully blank, hands unconsciously moving to softly cradle her face. Leaning down as far as possible to be closer to her and ignoring the way it made his back twinge, he tilted his head deepening the kiss, uncharacteristically gentle as he does it all.
A push and pull, as she slipped her tongue into his mouth and pulls a sound from him that’s so guttural and whiny that it’s a complete contradiction to his previous anger from just a few moments ago.
It goes on for so long that he nearly forgets to breathe. A rhythmic sort of tapping sound is what breaks through the haze, Pomni pulling away first and Jax instinctively chasing forward after her, blinking hard in an attempt to escape the dazed heady feeling flooding his mind. When had he closed his eyes?
“Why are you?…”. Pomni trailed off, eyes darting down towards the floor.
Jax looks down, immediately mortified to find his foot rapidly and noisily thumping against the floor. The instant he lays eyes on it, his face flushed purple and he has to physically force his foot to stop moving.
There’s a moment of quiet before he erupts.
“What was that?!” He exclaimed, jerking away from her touch, successfully changing the subject away from his embarrassing reaction.
Pomni took a step back and tugged on the ends of her jester hat, the bells jingling loudly. “I don’t know! I was stressed, I was angry- you were all up in my face, I-i panicked! It was poor impulse control!”.
Jax’s familiar grin stretched across his face with far too much ease. “So… you were putting the moves on me?”. Falling back into his natural taunting tendency.
Pomni groaned, dragging her hands down her face. “No! Mm-mm. Nope! I’m still mad at you!”. She thrusted a finger at his face making him resist the instinct to flinch back. “All that bullshit you just spewed, that-that ridiculous monologue! What was that?!”.
She fumbled with her hands for a second, fingers moving like she had the urge to strangle him, and Jax took the time to watch her do so. His typical shit-eating grin still annoyingly plastered across his face, even as Pomni continued to rant and kvetch. God, she was so adorable it almost made him sick.
Even worse, it made him itch with the urge to apologize.
He stuffed that urge so deep down inside that Satan himself couldn’t unearth it, and instead blurts out:
”If I take it back can we make out again?”.
It’s sounds embarrassingly desperate and downbad, even when he tries to inject his typical smarmy and goading energy into it. If there’s even the slightest chance she’ll say yes, the humiliation is unfortunately entirely worth it.
Pomni hesitates to answer for an agonizingly long stretch of silence and a humiliating tinge of hope blooms in his chest.
”Wow”. Jax couldn’t help but break it, the anxious energy thrumming through him making him feel oddly energetic. “You’re actually thinking about it”.
”Shut up!”. Pomni snaps at him, and surprisingly he does, trapping in the taunt that was forming on his tongue. Her eyes narrow when she sees that he actually listened to the order. It’s not like him to be so obedient, what’s wrong with him? What was she doing to him?
He’d drifted closer to her in the midst of their mini argument, and he realizes he probably could go in for another kiss if he really wanted do. And, he does; God, he really does. But not more than he wants her to be the one to initiate again. To show that she wants him just as much as. To drag him forward by the straps of his overalls or maybe even tug his ears down if the tiny tot jester could reach up that high.
The mere thought is so mortifying and yet … undeniably tantalizing.
God, he’s a freak.
”If I said we could make out, you’d take it back?”. Pomni asks and her pinwheel patterned eyes are locked into his as he does an affirming lazy little shoulder shrug. It’s far too embarrassing to confirm it out loud. Had he been joking when he said it, or was he just that desperate for any form of intimacy? Seriously, he was pathetic.
Pomni seemed to come to the same exact conclusion, as she eyed him skeptically. “You know that’s… kinda pathetic, right?”
”Oh, I’m well aware”.
She paused for a moment, before a slight smirk played on her lips. “Do it”.
Jax blinked, the grin on his face starting to make him feel just a little stupid. “What?”.
”What you said. Do it”. Pomni says without hesitation, eyebrow raised as if daring him to have the guts. He immediately gets to blustering.
”Are you serious? What, you really think I’m gonna beg you for it? Should I say pretty please?”. A sardonic laugh escaped his mouth, rolling his eyes all the while. “Yeah right. Nobody’s that pathetic”.
Pomni didn’t say anything to that. She just stood there, eyebrow raised and looking almost bored.
Jax narrowed his eyes into a glare at her. “I am not going to beg. I’ve got standards. This is ridiculous! Who do you think you are?”. The silence he was answered with made him even more frustrated.
”You really think I’m just gonna take back everything I said for the chance at getting kissed again, like some- some loser basement dwelling dork who’s never made it to second base?!”.
He can feel his face heating up with embarrassment, and his foot twitches with the urge to thump against the ground in agitation, before he forcefully makes it remain still. Pomni just continues to stare listlessly, and Jax becomes fully aware that the only one he’s punishing with this charade of indifference is himself. Why deny the indulgence? Despite the fact that the very idea is giving into her demand made his insides crawl. The vulnerability of her being the one entirely in control of the situation threw him for a loop that he did not particularly enjoy.
“Fine!”. He shouts. His hands waved around erratically as he tried to ignore the flood of embarrassment at submitting to her request. “Whatever, yeah. I take back what I said, okay? There! I take it all back. Ya happy now?”.
Pomni’s eyes roamed around his face for a moment as she thought about his answer, enjoying the sight of him squirming way more than she probably should, before she acquiesced with a nod. “Okay”.
And before Jax can say anything else too humiliating, she’s stepping towards him and grabbing his overall straps, and tugging him down from where he towered over her to be able to look him in the eyes. “You really need some more self respect”. She says, before yanking him forward and kissing him, hard.
He’s pretty sure she bites his lip.
He’s pretty sure it makes him loudly keen into her mouth.
Regardless, the pressure clouds his mind and fills his head with nothing more than the thought of her name on repeat. Pomni, Pomni, Pomni.
His foot is thumping rhythmically on the floor again, but he can’t find enough focus in him to care, far too entrenched in the feel of her tongue in his mouth. Virtual tongue in his virtual mouth. Did that really matter? Was it enough to have the first real intimate touch he’d had in this hellhole in ages. He couldn’t remember the last time-
Well, that was a lie, he absolutely could. But he didn’t want to think about that right now. He didn’t want to think about anything right now other than how he was hunched over her, how Pomni’s lips felt against his, the vibration of her humming into his mouth, how her hair brushed against his shoulders, how the grip of her hands felt against as they tugged him closer and closer and-
And then they were falling.
He’s barely quick enough to catch himself with his arms, and Pomni’ had apparently had the foresight to wrap her arms around Jax’s neck to hold on, yelping as the two plummeted to the colorful saturated ground below.
They land in a heap, unharmed but slightly dazed. Jax pushes himself up off of the floor, coincidentally caging Pomni in with his gangly purple arms. She squints an eye open, having instinctively squeezed them shut during the fall. Jax is leering over her, eyes wide, face flushed under virtual fur, ears twitching. Pomni barely looks at him for more than a few seconds before she starts laughing. It starts as a giggle escaping her mouth, before it escalates to a full of guffaw.
Jax finds that the sound of her laughter makes him feel more flustered than how she’s splayed out underneath him. He finds himself tracking the way she tries to cover her mouth to hide the sound, how her eyes crinkle, how it makes her shoulders shake. He belatedly realizes he’s staring when her laughter finally dies into silence and she stares right back at him, seemingly unaware of his mind wandering. He huffs, rolling his eyes and hoping she thinks it’s only at her snickering.
The jester grins. “Don’t pout, I think it’s cute”. Her grin turns sharp, and he absentmindedly thinks he might be rubbing off on her too much, as she says: “How much you like it”.
Pomni then paused for a moment, eyebrows furrowed in a speculative expression.
“Is…your tail wagging?”
“Is your hand on my ass?”. Jax answered, pointedly avoiding the question, and grinning when Pomni just rolled her eyes.
“Touché”.
And before he can start taunting or complaining or anything else to ruin the moment, she loops her arms back around his neck and slowly tugs him back down into another searing mind-melting kiss.