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Every day in the circus is miserable, and Ragatha might go as far to say it was actually unbearable. It really didn’t help when you’ve got a tall ass, annoying ass rabbit constantly following you around trying to make you laugh.
And it really doesn’t help that his jokes have shifted to cheesy pick-up lines.
And they were kind of working.
She walked through the grounds, trying to enjoy some time to herself, but this guy really wouldn’t stop yapping.
Jax mused, placing a hand on his chin, “If I took you out to dinner, would you be dessert?”
She almost grinned at that one, but the sheer exasperation in her was quite strong this evening.
Then, Jax’s voice dropped an octave or two, and he slid a hand from her right shoulder down to her elbow. “Why should I drop a pickup line when I can drop you on my bed?”
She felt her shoulders tense, followed by a warmth in her face that was totally not there prior flare. Before she could utter out a plea for him to stop, he continued.
“Are you tired? I can clear you a place to sit.” And with his free hand, he brushes off his lower half. Her mind short-circuits, her mouth falling open, but the fucker just keeps going.
He must’ve enjoyed the stunned look on her face, because the jokes swung dirtier.
“If you’re running out of things to say, why don't you sit on my lap and we talk about the first thing that pops up?”
“Dude!” she sputters, her face impossibly hot. Her eyebrows furrow as she watches his grin widen. He breaks out into laughter, and she can’t stop the embarrassed half-frown-half-smile on her lips.
She mutters after he’s done keeling over in laughter, “You’re frustrating.”
He raises an eyebrow, that shit-eating grin as wide as ever,
“If you’re frustrated, I’d be happy to help blow off some steam.”
She throws her hands up, “I'm done! Go away!”
Turning on her heel, partly to hide her annoyingly burning face, she takes a long step away from Jax. He, however, wanted otherwise.
Jax grabs her wrist, spinning her back towards him. She has to refocus her eyes from how close he was to her face, barely catching his words.
“Come on, Babydoll, I'm not trying to pick you up, I'm trying to pin you down.”
And she’s officially fed up. Though, in his grasp she feels helpless, and her brain is too overwhelmed to think of any lines of her own, so she follows the first instinct that comes to mind.
Ragatha leans forward, briefly relishing in the clear alarm bells ringing in Jax’s head, to completely press their lips together. Its short and chaste, and she definitely doesn't enjoy it one bit. She quickly distances their faces, a small breath leaving her lips. An apology gets stuck in her throat; however, when she begins the motion of pulling away, he stops her with a hand on her waist. She meets his eyes to find his pupils wide; a deepened flush dusted over his cheeks.
His demeanor doesn’t quite match the confidence in his voice, but he coughs out a laugh nevertheless, shifting his gaze to the floor, “And here I thought I’d have to beg you.”
Ragatha processes his words, mouth slack once again, and when it hits her like a ton of bricks, she pulls him in with his own hold on her arm.
She kisses him once more, this time with more vigor, turning her head contrary of his own. Jax’s grip on her tightens, and he guides both hands to her waist shortly after, relishing in the feeling of her in his touch.
When they break apart for (relatively unneeded but we can say so for plot) air, Jax has a dopey smile plastered on his face. He opens his mouth to speak, still smiling,
“Are you fart? Because you just blew my heart away.”
She frowns.