Song for Jeanz and Deacon: Take It Out On Me by Bohnes
Jeanz had a bad day, like, a really bad day. All of the rookies and recruits she had been training that day seemed to have absolutely no brain cells. She had to take at least ten to medical and had to repeat the drills at least fifteen times.
The highlight of her day? Getting a text from Deacon asking if he could stop by and see her at Menace Farm. Jeanz had replied instantly because seeing Deacon would definitely make her feel better.
So she clocked out and rushed out of the base, hopping on her motorcycle, because she needed to get away. It didn't take her long to make it home, her mood lifting slightly as she saw Deacon standing on her porch next to Draco.
Deacon could tell Jeanz had a bad day, could see it in her body language as she hopped off her motorcycle. As she made her way up to him and Draco on the porch, he quickly signed to her, 'Bad day at base?'
Jeanz nodded her head, a frown pulling at her scarred lips, because she could still feel the irritation humming under her skin. She knew she needed to get rid of it, but it had been such a day that her mind couldn't stop and just calm down.
Deacon nodded his head and grabbed her hand, leading her to the back of the farmhouse, where Jeanz had set up a mini training area. He let go of her hand and quickly signed, 'Take it out on me. I know you need to get it out.'
"Deacon, no. I'm not goin' ta fight ye," Jeanz protested out loud and as she signed.
He shook his head and signed back to her that he didn't care. He picked up the punching pads and slipped them over his hands, nodding at Jeanz.
She bit her lip, not really wanting to, because she knew how she got. But he was being insistent, and it wore her down. So, she started punching, going in a one-two rhythm. Draco sat down by them, watching patiently.
After a couple of minutes, Jeanz was calming down. After five more minutes, all that irritation had finally left her, because Deacon had been right. She had needed to get it out, and he had figured out the best way to do that.
Her hands dropped, and he let his drop as well, letting the pads fall off his hands. He approached Jeanz and gently cupped her face, tilting her head up and searching her hazel eyes.
"Thank ye," she murmured and then stood up on her tiptoes, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
Deacon smiled into the kiss, his hand dropping to her waist, gently pulling her closer, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, glad he was able to help her. Glad she had taken it out on him instead of keeping it inside.