Claire | Constantine
Claire knew jerks, the ones who were too old who hang around looking for attention, players or burnouts or all manor of jerks. But Constantine was different, different like Peter was different and both of them filled her abdomen with fluttering.
He sank into the water and she smiled, nodding along as he swore. It was a bit like that. Also her legs kind of ached, even if she hadn't been running. Maybe she was due a growth spurt soon or something?
Oh and she blushed, right up to her curls she blushed. "I mean maybe, if you're lucky," Claire said though, because she was quick and clever even if he made her a little dreamy eyed.