Author: Tracy Diane Miller PM
A gentleman never kisses and tells. "Kids" inspired this very short Homefront story.Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 605 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 04-03-05 - id: 2334671
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Summary: A gentleman never kisses and tells. "Kids" inspired this very short Homefront story.
Disclaimer: Homefront characters belong to their creators. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is being made. Some of the dialogue that appears in this story is not my own, but belongs to the writer of "Kids".
Author: Tracy Diane Miller
He watched her intently as she manipulated the small jukebox and liberated a single coin. It was how she always got the coins out of the machine and was able to use them over and over again to hear the music.
Jeff seemed amazed. "How did you...?" When he turned around, he saw that she wiggled her finger at him in an obvious "come hither" gesture. Ginger had a mischievous gleam in her eye.
"I...I can't dance." He reminded her.
Ginger proceeded towards him and tickled him. "Oh, come on." She said with determination in her voice.
He responded by grabbing her and pulling her closer towards him. "You are stuck with a guy who can't dance." He whispered in her ear.
"Well, you can kiss." She said with a devilish tone in her voice.
If she were challenging him, Jeff arose to the occasion as their lips met for a sensual kiss.
Ginger suddenly pulled away from him. "Where'd you learn to kiss so good?"
"I've got lots of experience." He replied matter-of-factly.
"With whom?" She asked peeved.
" Dozens of...well, I can't name all the women."
"I hate you." She said with a twinge of jealousy in her voice.
"Don't be jealous. I gave 'em all up for you." He reminded her as he pulled her closer for another kiss.
Ginger again abruptly pulled away from him.
"What?" He innocently asked her.
"I want to know about all of those other women."
He flashed her a boyish grin. He hesitated briefly before answering. "My mother raised me to be a gentleman and a gentleman never kisses and tells."
She stared at him momentarily before a thought struck. "So that's it."
"Why you were so secretive when you came into Brandstaetters that time looking for a gift, when you bought that perfume. It was for one of your girlfriends, wasn't it?"
A brief silence.
Of course, he'd never let her know that he had intended the gift for Sarah. And he could have very easily put her out of her misery by admitting that he gave the perfume to his mother. But there was a part of him that was enjoying seeing her jealous just as he had been jealous (even though he had denied it) when he saw her talking to
Charlie the other night.
"I already told you, it doesn't matter."
"It matters to me."
"Well, it shouldn't. All of those other women are in my past. I have only one girlfriend now and I'm looking at her."
She smiled. His remark seemed to pacify her. At least, it pacified her…for a moment.
Good Lord! She sure wasn't making kissing any easier with all of these questions. He thought to himself.
"Were they…were they pretty? Your other girlfriends?"
"Very pretty." He said. "But not as pretty as you." He reassured her.
Once again, he pulled her closer towards him, but this time, she
didn't resist. There were no more questions, no more teasing, and no more expressions of jealousy. What there was instead was a lot of kissing.
That was something that they both were very good at.