Can we get a peep of how Jari came to notice that they liked each other ?
a/n: i'm so sorry this took so long, friend! i wanted to do a short, but the words weren't coming to me until now.
randomly tagging @bratzzzdoll and @sayyestoheav3nn cause i know no one loves this pairing like ya'll.
"ri, how the hell do you keep letting this happen?"
joe's question interrupts mari from the melody she was starting to form in her head, on the cusp of humming aloud, because releasing ideas from the confines of her mind has always boded over well when it comes to creativity. except, one look over at him and the expression on his face reminds her that time and place is also important.
she purses her lips and crosses her arms, slowly lifting up on the heels of her worn sneakers. "well, you see, what had happened was...."
she doesn't have to continue, or rather doesn't in seeing the way he rolls his eyes and returns his focus back onto the....parts and stuff of her car.
while, she diverts her attention....elsewhere.
it's a strange feeling, the way her eyes roam over the way his body hulks over the smoking hood of her car. travels the lines and ropes of his muscular arms, exposed to intense floridian heat, the ink from his fresh ink standing out against his tanned complexion. the way his plain white shirt clings to the outline of his broad chest. joe has always been fucking huge, but it seems whatever training regimen he's switched to has his body even more defined and cut.
the bulge of his crotch area—
once more, she jumps, except, because she is her, it's an overdramatic thing where she somehow loses her balance and falls back on her ass.
"shit," joe curses, moving over and snatching her up to get her away from the line that separates the shoulder of the road and the traffic that rushes past them.
unexpected and confusing heat rushes up mari's body, warming her cheeks when he throws her over his shoulder like she weighs nothing. it's something he's done countless times before, but something about this....it's distracting.
mariellea loudly and awkwardly clears her throat when she realizes he's propped her down in the passenger seat of his car. she's facing him, her thighs pressed together as he looks at her, gaze assessing. "you alright?"
and, she looks at him, unable to tear her own gaze away from his mouth. she....she never realized how nice his lips are. maybe it's the beard he's starting to grow out? the way the short hair sits perfectly atop his upper lip that's slightly fuller than the bottom.
"shit, did you hit your head?" he lifts his hand to her forehead, once again evoking that heat she's immensely grateful is skillfully hidden under the hue of her melanin.
"n-no, i'm...i'm fine," she finally answers, offering a thumbs up and gesturing to her car. "now, get back to work joe the builder."
he rolls his eyes and stands up, just as she realizes he was leaning over her, both hands planted down on either side of the seat. "wouldn't have to keep fixing shit if you would stop fucking it up."
"rude," she calls after him, joe shaking his head with a small smile on his face, unbeknownst to mariella, the distraction she finds herself struggling with, not that much different from his own plight.
try as he may to focus on fixing her car for the 258359th time, it's difficult for him to avoid the way he had to work extra hard to focus on ri's face and not everything else.
the tightness in his throat when he pulled up to her broken down car on the side of the road. where she leaned against the driver's door, legs crossed at the ankle. the way her breast, full and much bigger than he recalled sat perfectly in her thin sleeved top. the way his gaze dipped to her ass, also sitting nice and full in those short ass shorts of hers, as she turned to lead him to the source of her latest car problem.
her shy, embarrassed smile he's seen countless times over the years that suddenly held a new, alluring appeal. she didn't look as....young, as he remembered, as he's always known her.
she doesn't look it, because she isn't anymore. once upon a time, they were all kids. but, that's not the case and hasn't been for a long time.
joe clears his throat and shakes his head, blowing out a breath and mentally scolding himself, cause where the fuck is this shit coming from?
this is mariella. ri. the girl is his little sister.
so, why the fuck are you thinking of her in that light?
