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Jenny's Log - October 8th, 2008
[all the places you can go]
08 October 2008 @ 12:16 pm
08 October 2008 @ 07:38 pm
She giggled as he carried her across the threshold of the suite, arms wrapped around his neck as he held her in his arms. The second the hotel door closed behind them, a strong breeze knocked the veil off her head as Bart ran them to the bed. Jenny’s laughter continued as he laid her down and before he had a chance to begin to undress her, she rolled to one side.
“Best idea ever, right? Mr Allen?”
Bart shrugged his way out of the suit jacket he had unwillingly found himself in earlier this afternoon. His eyes never left hers as he pursed his lips together thoughtfully. “You’ve had worse.”
“Say it?” Jenny scrambled into a sitting position, careful not to ruin the layers of white silk and satin of her dress as she did. They bunched up around her legs as she laughed; the champagne from the elopement ceremony had gone straight to her head. “Please, Bart? Won’t you?”
The serious look on his face only lasted for a second more before it melted into bright grin. “Mrs Allen. You’ve had worse ideas, Mrs Allen. At least this one won’t get us kil- oh shit.”
Her nose wrinkled in concern and she reached a hand out to pull him down on the bed with her. “Bart?”
“Ollie. Ollie and Clark.”
Oh. Oh shit was probably just about right in that context. She chewed on her bottom lip as she looked at him frankly, placing a hand on his thigh. They couldn’t worry about that, not yet anyway. Tuesday maybe, when they returned to Metropolis; then they could worry about Bart’s farmboy and millionaire self-named parents. Jenny wrinkled her nose and shook her head.
“I can ask them for your hand in marriage and then we can just surprise them?”
He laughed and shook his head. “You sure about that?”
“Well,” she answered slowly, tilting her head and glancing downward as his fingers played with the beaded embroidery lining the cut of her dress. “Well, probably not. But I don’t care because we’ve been dating for two years now, Speedy, and I love you and I know this is what I want. I want you to be a part of my life as long as possible and I’m tired of waiting.”
( “Hey, I know.” Bart smiled back at her, looking almost a little embarrassed at the speech. “I… I love you too, Gorgeous. I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t.” )
“Best idea ever, right? Mr Allen?”
Bart shrugged his way out of the suit jacket he had unwillingly found himself in earlier this afternoon. His eyes never left hers as he pursed his lips together thoughtfully. “You’ve had worse.”
“Say it?” Jenny scrambled into a sitting position, careful not to ruin the layers of white silk and satin of her dress as she did. They bunched up around her legs as she laughed; the champagne from the elopement ceremony had gone straight to her head. “Please, Bart? Won’t you?”
The serious look on his face only lasted for a second more before it melted into bright grin. “Mrs Allen. You’ve had worse ideas, Mrs Allen. At least this one won’t get us kil- oh shit.”
Her nose wrinkled in concern and she reached a hand out to pull him down on the bed with her. “Bart?”
“Ollie. Ollie and Clark.”
Oh. Oh shit was probably just about right in that context. She chewed on her bottom lip as she looked at him frankly, placing a hand on his thigh. They couldn’t worry about that, not yet anyway. Tuesday maybe, when they returned to Metropolis; then they could worry about Bart’s farmboy and millionaire self-named parents. Jenny wrinkled her nose and shook her head.
“I can ask them for your hand in marriage and then we can just surprise them?”
He laughed and shook his head. “You sure about that?”
“Well,” she answered slowly, tilting her head and glancing downward as his fingers played with the beaded embroidery lining the cut of her dress. “Well, probably not. But I don’t care because we’ve been dating for two years now, Speedy, and I love you and I know this is what I want. I want you to be a part of my life as long as possible and I’m tired of waiting.”
( “Hey, I know.” Bart smiled back at her, looking almost a little embarrassed at the speech. “I… I love you too, Gorgeous. I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t.” )