Hello again!

Here's a rather short story that just popped into my head, so I thought I'd share it with you lol.

I suppose it could follow on from both Mutual Attraction or Getting the Job Done, but could also stand by itself.

Enjoy and review :D

Chapter 1

Jenny and Cutter fell into her apartment giggling, as he was tickling her from behind whilst she was fumbling with her keys. She threw them on the side and turned around to face him, smiling. She wrapped her arms around him and he pulled her into himself, kissing her hungrily.

"I've been dying to do that all day," he said as he pulled away to look at her.

"It's not like we can canoodle all over the ARC. Lester has made it clear that he's not happy about us," she pointed out with a smile. "He thinks you cloud my judgment."

"Do I?" Cutter smirked, running his hands down her back.

"Meh," Jenny shrugged. "To be honest, I think he just doesn't like it because he didn't hire me to sleep with the help."

"Oh is that what I am; the help?" Cutter said in mock-shock.

"You most certainly are," Jenny teased. "Actually, I think I need you assistance with something in the bedroom right now."

"And as the help, I am happy to oblige," Cutter laughed, pulling her in again.

They staggered over to the sofa, lips entwined and working furiously at ripping each others clothes off. Just then, Jenny's house phone rang.

"Aren't you going to get that?" Cutter asked as she kissed his neck.

"Let the machine pick it up," she breathed down his ear, her hands working on his belt buckle.

Cutter didn't need any more encouragement, and let his hands wonder around her buttocks and up her back . . . working their way under her open blouse . . .

"Jennifer!" a harsh and incredibly posh woman's voice barked from the answering machine, making them both start.

Jenny whipped her head around, and stared at it in horror as if it were an actual person speaking the words and not a machine.

"This is your mother . . . I'm incredibly tired of getting your voice mail; if I wanted to talk to a machine, I'd converse with my television!"

Huffing, Jenny got off Cutter's knee and started buttoning up her blouse.

"What are you doing?" Cutter asked in disappointment.

"I can't be undressed when my mother's talking into the room!"

" . . . you would think that you live in another country for the amount me and your father hear from you. We are not going to be around forever you know! . . ."

"Unfortunately," Jenny muttered.

"I mean, how hard is it to pick up the telephone and ring us hmm? Or God-forbid actually make an appearance at one of the dinner's we invite you to! . . ."

"Is she going to stop at anytime?" Cutter asked in amusement, staring at the machine as it spued out insult after insult.

"Oh no, she's just getting into her stride," Jenny smiled, although the smile didn't reach her eyes as it usually did.

" . . . I had to hear from Mary that you had split up with Mark; honestly I could have died with embarrassment! How many other mother's can say that their own daughter doesn't tell them they've broken off their engagement!?And Christopher has informed us you have a new man on the go . . ."

Cutter's ears pricked up at these words, knowing they were about him. He looked around at Jenny in disbelief.


"My brother, Chris," Jenny replied, with a slightly apologetic look. "I did tell him not to say anything . . . he must have cracked under interrogation . . ."

" . . . for goodness sake Jennifer, you flit from man to man like a common prostitute!"

"I don't flit from man to man!" Jenny shouted at the machine in a scandalized voice.

" . . . you're going to get a reputation for yourself! You haven't even had the courtesy to introduce him to your own parents; this is not how we raised you at all! Are you ashamed of him? You used to have such impeccable taste when it came to men. Well your father and I what to meet this man, the one you've thrown away your entire future for . . .

"Oh no!" Jenny said in a panicked voice, approaching the machine and arguing with it as though it had the capability to argue back. "No . . . no way!'

"We'll expect you both on Thursday night. NO EXCUSES JENNIFER! I shall see you then at six sharp, and please inform your . . . gentleman friend . . . that we dress appropriately for dinner."

There was a long beep when her mother had finally hung up the phone. Jenny looked as though she had been slapped.

"God, she sounds scary," Cutter admitted, smiling at her expression.

Jenny laughed sarcastically.

"Hitler got all his tricks from that woman," she said in a shaky voice, pointing at the now silent answering machine. "And he dialed it down a notch!"

"Just calm down - " Cutter began, getting up to put his arm around her.

"CALM DOWN!" she shrieked in aspiration. "Did you not hear what she said? She wants us for dinner on Thursday!"

"I know," Cutter said in the most soothing tone he could muster whilst still being mildly amused at the situation. "So we go; it's just one night - "

"Believe me, she can do all the damage she wants to in one night," Jenny sighed, resting her forehead on his chest.

"Your not ashamed of me are you?" Cutter said quietly, voicing the thought he had kept in the back of him head for a while.

"Of course not," Jenny replied quickly, looking up at him. "It's them I'm ashamed of!"

"Look," Cutter sighed, putting his hands on her shoulders. "We go - no listen!" he said firmly as Jenny opened her mouth to argue back. " - we make an appearance. We go, we drink, we eat, we nod along politely, and then we leave . . . it's no big deal."

Jenny still looked doubtful; her face fallen into a look of worry. But she nodded, some-what reluctantly.

"Okay,"she sighed. "I suppose you would have had to meet them eventually anyway. We might as well get it over with."

"Great," Cutter replied, kissing her on the forehead.

There was silence for a second; Jenny still looking unreasonably upset. But if there was one thing Cutter had learned since dating Jenny Lewis was how to pull her out of a bad mood.

"So you flit from man to man, huh?" Cutter smirked.

Jenny huffed playfully, and threw a cushion that hit him square in the face.