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So, she's never walked downstairs from her room and had her clothing suddenly change before. Jenny hasn't left Milliways since the disaster on New Thal and every day has been about the same for her: running, reading, studying, spending time with Bart if he's around.

But clothing changes? Yeah. So very new.

Her eyes glance downward at the change. Her trousers are now practically skin tight and laced up the side of her legs, exposing her pale skin. Black boots go up just to her knees and that white shirt she's wearing is too tight, too short, and too low cut. There are heavy gold braces on each wrist and her eyes widen.

Hands go up through her hair, now down and partially braided. There's some sort of cloth covering it and she wrinkles her nose.

But when Jenny sees the sword hanging off her waist, her eyes light up. Brilliant!

[tiny tag: jenny, teddy altman]

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Solemn Bart is not a fun Bart. It's actually a very boring, infuriating Bart. And so, Jenny has an idea.

Two can play at this game. She nods, now equally solemn rather than continuing her with her pout. The change in expression ought to be fearful. But before her boyfriend has a chance to question, she answers:

"Well, I think you have a very nice penis."

And as she states such, Jenny reaches downward to cup said anatomy as she pushes him back against the booth.

Y HALLO THAR JENNY

THAT IS DEFINITELY A REACTION RIGHT THERE.

It is a reaction and Jenny smiles gleefully at it. His face has turned some wonderful shades of red and as for other reactions, well, close proximity does reveal those as well.

Her thoughts radiate something about winning and about love and about how much better this Bart is from the solemn impostor that was there moments ago. There's also something about payback in there. Oh, yes. Definitely something about payback.

One hand still firmly on his crotch, Jenny places the other on his shoulder and uses it to push him down on to the booth seat. She crawls on top of him to pin him in place, hand finally leaving that part of him.

His thoughts?

Well, they're hardly coherent. Presence of mind, he does not exactly have right now.

Jenny giggles at them anyway. So much for Mr Solemn!

And then, finally, she leans down to kiss him - a painfully slow, wanting kiss.

There's definitely a thrill that comes from edging towards breaking the rules.

Bart...

...would be all for breaking the rules, really. If it weren't for the fact that Clark busting them for breaking the rules would be kind of a dampener on things. ._.

Well, Jenny hasn't seen Clark around. And kissing Bart right now is kind of far too fun to stop doing so.

So what if she takes one of his hands and places it on the exposed skin of her chest?

TOTALLY INNOCENT!

Then Jenny would be pretty much completely in control of this situation, really.

The narration fears.

Oh, Jenny has no complaint about that. But she does have one complaint: Bart has too many layers on.

So while she keeps him busy with her chest, she starts to play with the buttons on his trousers.

Fair is so fair.

Demeter walks by, she has to go back through her door and smiles at the two youngsters before she says,

"Its easier if he's sitting, then you can ride him."

WHAT

HO SHI-

Jenny's head quickly darts upward, eyes wide and a smile on her face.

"Really?"

Aaaand, less than a second later, those unbuttoned trousers are forgotten for an attempt to pull Bart into a sitting position.

"Oh yes, its more comfortable for both of you."

She just gives Bart a smile, Jenny is a nice young woman and he'll get over his nervousness in a moment.

This is probably why they have that 'no sex in the Bar' rule.

Yeah. That rule is so overrated. Jenny flashes Demeter a bright grin. "Thanks!"

Aaaaaand, it's back to paying more attention to her boyfriend. Like playing with the band of his boxers.

Here's the thing: Bart really doesn't want to get fished out of the cells by Clark Kent for break the no sex in the bar rule.

Really.

It is thus that, through an act of great personal fortitude, that he says: "Upstairs."

(Be nice, Jenny. Plz?)

She takes a deep breath (mostly to control her beating hearts) and looks at him curiously. Her fingers stay by his boxers as a flicker of worry crosses her face.

"Can I still ride you up there?"

"Definitely."

"Okay," she replies with a nod, leaning in to steal one more quick kiss. "Let's go!"

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