Re: quicklog: jason t/gwen s
[If Jason had wondered where else this might go, those curious thoughts flat out disappeared when Gwen kissed back with all the enthusiasm of a well-behaved robot. She was in her head at this point, he could tell, and whether it was because of the strangeness in the air, or because he basically jumped her, which he was starting to feel weirder and weirder about, or because he'd slept with Mary Jane, this was going nowhere. He'd managed to fuck up sex when all anyone in either door wanted to do was have sex. Maybe that was a sign or something.
He didn't stop kissing her, though. Stopping meant she didn't move fast enough for him or something, he was sure of it, because everything with Gwen meant something. Gwen was so stiff that he couldn't imagine he was going to be able to save this one on a hail mary of just kissing, but he was going to give it a solid try. It wasn't as if it was bad work - as far as his lizard brain was concerned, he could keep making out with her into the infinite future. It was his stupid other brain that was starting to feel like he'd dragged her into something she didn't want anything to do with, even when she kissed him back.]