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“I don’t have room for them…” Jack said, looking out into the lounge where all his art things were. They even gradually moved into his poor kitchen, which had a few paintings on the walls and art brushes in glasses and jars. He didn’t evn have a couch so when he ate, he mostly did it standing up with Roxy down around his ankles.

Like now. Only now Stella was with her, both giving the two the biggest puppy dog eyes ever.

“No, pizza’s bad for you.” he said to the two dogs. “You’ll get sick.”

She giggled down at them, wiping her mouth with a napkin. “Poor things..it’s so hard to resist that face..but I don’t want to give them gas..especially Roxy..”

Still, Stella leapt up and tried begging but to no avail. She didn’t want her to get used to human food.

“Are you okay now then?” she asked, turning to look back at Jack.

“Um.” Jack blushed, and filled his mouth with pizza, feeling shame. Why was he such a man? Getting so uppity and silly over something that was meant to be harmless fun? Yet his body had a mind of its own. Literally. He shrugged his shoulders at her. “I guess. After this though I’m. I might go to bed. I’m sorry but I’m tired…”

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Jack had tried to help but she was doing fine, it seemed.

Still he went to grab two plates and napkins, and it wasn’t long until the two were leaning against the bench top in the kitchen, eating the pizzas and garlic bread. And drinking soda.

“I really need to get a table…”

Cheese was leaking from her slice to her mouth and she tried her best to break it off but some of it ended up on her chin and she frowned down at it. “I-I could always give you mine. I don’t use it much except as a place to hold my photo’s.”

She always ate on her couch or at her desk after all.

“I don’t have room for them…” Jack said, looking out into the lounge where all his art things were. They even gradually moved into his poor kitchen, which had a few paintings on the walls and art brushes in glasses and jars. He didn’t evn have a couch so when he ate, he mostly did it standing up with Roxy down around his ankles.

Like now. Only now Stella was with her, both giving the two the biggest puppy dog eyes ever.

“No, pizza’s bad for you.” he said to the two dogs. “You’ll get sick.”

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He blinked.

“…right! Right. Sorry. I. I just. My head.” he gestured to his huge blue head. “I uh—”

Then there was knocking at the door, and both dogs started barking.

Katelynn turned to him quickly, kissing his head and whispering, “Your head is fine,” before grabbing her purse and the dogs, trying to juggle them as she handed the pizza guy the money and had him put the pizza down on the spot on the ground.

“Sorry,” she apologized to him, holding the dogs up who were squirming in her arms. “I didn’t want them running out.”

When it was all inside, she closed the door with her hip and set them down, being quick to pick the food up. “All right, time to eat!”

Jack had tried to help but she was doing fine, it seemed.

Still he went to grab two plates and napkins, and it wasn’t long until the two were leaning against the bench top in the kitchen, eating the pizzas and garlic bread. And drinking soda.

“I really need to get a table…”

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Jack blushed. “Katelynn y… your head was in my lap. It’s kind of hard to remember when all my blood’s going….” he stopped himself, blushing madly, and set Roxy aside. “We, we can watch something else… unless you’re tired after your big day?” he asked as he got to his feet.

She was blushing as well, having not thought about, sitting there on the floor. “Sl-Sleep..? But we ordered pizza..weren’t you..hungry..?”

He blinked.

“…right! Right. Sorry. I. I just. My head.” he gestured to his huge blue head. “I uh–”

Then there was knocking at the door, and both dogs started barking.

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“We were going to watch a movie?” Jack asked dumbly as Roxy, now free of Katelynn, crawled into his lap instead and rested her snout against his chest. He touched her head, petting her ears, eyes still on Katelynn.

“You forgot?” she asked, blinking at him, making sure Stella stayed put in her lap. Stella was quite the lazy little thing and enjoyed her mistress’ lap. “That Streetcar Named Desire movie..unless you wanted to do something else or watch something else?”

Jack blushed. “Katelynn y… your head was in my lap. It’s kind of hard to remember when all my blood’s going….” he stopped himself, blushing madly, and set Roxy aside. “We, we can watch something else… unless you’re tired after your big day?” he asked as he got to his feet.

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He looked down at her for a moment before Roxy, bored and having eaten her treat despite Stella jumping all around her, returned with a vengeance and leaped onto Katelynn.

“Oh no I’m being attacked~!” she giggled, feeling Roxy crawl all over her as she picked her up and held her up a bit, looking up into her slobbering face. “Oh sorry sweetie! I swear I won’t steal your bed, okay? I’m going to sleep with your daddy instead. His bed will be much better for me anyway.”

Setting her back on the floor, Katelynn picked up Stella as well and stood up from her spot on Jack’s lap to cuddle her. “Guess we got distracted from watching that movie..” she whispered, smiling over at him from over her shoulder.

“We were going to watch a movie?” Jack asked dumbly as Roxy, now free of Katelynn, crawled into his lap instead and rested her snout against his chest. He touched her head, petting her ears, eyes still on Katelynn.

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“Well I hope it isn’t too much of a bother, or a turn off, for you Miss. Foster.” Jack replies with a small grin. “I’d hate to make you feel… uncomfortable around me.” he says as he casually set a hand against one of her hips.

“If I was uncomfortable,” she began, nuzzling his lap a bit, “do you think I’d be here in your lap like this, practically purring like a kitten?”

He looked down at her for a moment before Roxy, bored and having eaten her treat despite Stella jumping all around her, returned with a vengeance and leaped onto Katelynn.

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“It’s h-hardly comfortable for your back Miss Foster. Besides that’s more or less where Roxy sleeps.” Jack pointed out with a small smile, trying to force his heart to stop racing.

“Oh really?” She stretched out her arms a bit, completely comfortable where she was. “That’s too bad..I guess I will have to sleep in your bed then,” she teased, giving him a little wink.

“Well I hope it isn’t too much of a bother, or a turn off, for you Miss. Foster.” Jack replies with a small grin. “I’d hate to make you feel… uncomfortable around me.” he says as he casually set a hand against one of her hips.

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Operation Make-Jack-Blush-A-Lot-And-Be-More-Open was a complete success before she even said any words. A brilliant purple blush washes over his face as he looks down at her, head in his lap, and gives a little laugh. Oh word.

“Sleeping arrangements?” he asks, before adding, “M-Miss Foster? Well. I could let you sleep on my beanbag or…. or,” he’s still so purple but trying so hard to do this for her, “or I can let you sleep in my bed. With me.”

“Hmm..” she pretended to ponder, putting a finger to her chin. “The beanbag sounds tempting~!”

She giggled, snuggling her head in his lap even further, completely unaware of what she was really doing to him.

“It’s h-hardly comfortable for your back Miss Foster. Besides that’s more or less where Roxy sleeps.” Jack pointed out with a small smile, trying to force his heart to stop racing.

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Oh Lord. The choice of wording made him blush.

“Oh uh. You can do. Do whatever you want. My house is your house.” he smiled at her before slowly sitting down on the floor. Roxy, spotting this, bound over to him and climbed into his lap, barking at him. “Yes, yes I know. You have a friend, a little girl! But she’ll be bigger than you one day. So be nice.” he said gently a she stroked her ears.

Being a bit more daring still, she crawled over towards him and put her head in his lap, giving him a smile. “I don’t think we’ve really discussed sleeping arrangements, Mr. Maple,” she cooed gently, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, tone flirty.

Operation Make-Jack-Blush-A-Lot-And-Be-More-Open was underway!

Operation Make-Jack-Blush-A-Lot-And-Be-More-Open was a complete success before she even said any words. A brilliant purple blush washes over his face as he looks down at her, head in his lap, and gives a little laugh. Oh word.

“Sleeping arrangements?” he asks, before adding, “M-Miss Foster? Well. I could let you sleep on my beanbag or…. or,” he’s still so purple but trying so hard to do this for her, “or I can let you sleep in my bed. With me.”