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ᴊᴇssᴇ ғᴀᴅᴇɴ | ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᶦʳᵉᶜᵗᵒʳ. ([personal profile] outlierdirector) wrote in [community profile] synthneon 2023-11-07 10:30 am (UTC)

( continued from here )

[ She pauses at his suggestion. Really? Carry her? It takes a moment before her arm lowers and her gaze slowly moves back to him. Maybe timid, maybe a bit shy at the notion. He'd carry her? She hopes it isn't because he's trying to make up for how much energy she's put out in trying to bring him to the Motel. The place they were supposed to figure out this story together.

Now it's more like they're trying to figure each other out. More--better--than they had initially. They already know the attraction is there between them. Passion. Hunger to have someone who understands them. They know each other, but now, they know one another a little deeper. Or, at least, Alan knows the most about her now. The dark hidden parts she's afraid to show anyone. He accepted it with open arms... so why would showing her apartment be any weirder?

Jesse blinks once before lowering herself back down onto him. Wordlessly, her legs pin around his waist and she gives a nod. Brief, almost noticeable. She'll help him however needed to get up. Then, both arms wrap around his shoulders again. A nervous smile is given to him, if only because it's something she's not used to.

« He has a way of bringing things out that I never thought I had in me. It almost sounds like something out of a romance novel. Which isn't his genre of choice. » ]


Just... don't be surprised if you're disappointed. Okay? There's not much.

[ Jesse reaches behind her and turns the door of the motel door. It should, by logic, open into one that leads to a motel room. Instead it leads to a connected living space. Large windows with the sunset leaking in. A small dining area, entertainment area, combined kitchen. A few doors. One which leads to the master bedroom--and one that is closed. Bathroom with a laundry room to the side.

Plants hanging from the ceiling. Pictures of different states.

She glances over her shoulder. Then, gestures with the arm she used to open the door. ]


Ta-dah... I guess?

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