Joanna Beth Harvelle (reoismyantidrug) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2018-07-07 13:32:00 |
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Yeah, okay, so she'd seen him during training and at the base. She hadn't actually said two words to him yet, but it was hard not to notice him. He drew attention in the same manner that Dean Winchester did, with his good looks and bad boy feel. Jo knew she had a type. Rick, Dean, a couple of bikers who ran through now and again... It only made sense that she'd be attracted to the tall, dark, and handsome stranger that led Team Three. But, for some reason, today she was noticing him a little bit more than usual. She'd gone to the gym to get a bit more training in, feeling like she was somewhat behind the others in that area. Being hunter- and self-taught had it's benefits, but when one was put up against highly trained individuals who were taught by the government or highly trained assassins, there were just some things that didn't quite work. She knew she had to be quicker. Had to be stronger. Had to think on her feet faster than she already did. And if she was lucky, maybe she could get one of them to help her improve on her knife skills. But her focus was constantly being drawn away from her intentions and to the tall man who seemed to be doing the same. She could feel the need bubbling up in her stomach. The urge to do... something. It was a familiar urge that often acosted her whenever she was around Dean. But then Dean would open his mouth and that urge would be dealt with. Funny how that one simple thing worked everytime. Still, it was kind of irritating. Which meant it needed to be handled if she was going to be able to focus on her training. Taking a breath, Jo gave herself a nod and made her way over to the tall man – Grant Ward. Her hand came up to press against his chest, maneuvering him the very short step against the wall, and she raised on her toes to press her lips to his in a heated and passionate kiss. She could feel one hand moving into his hair as she guided him, felt her tongue against his, and then, just like that, it was over and she was taking a step back. "Hmm... so that's what that feels like," she stated, mostly to herself as she regarded him curiously. And then she was walking away as if nothing happened. Training was the furthest from her mind now. The man could definitely kiss. Now she needed a cold shower and a beer. Maybe a whiskey. |