"What?" She grinned at me. She knew exactly what.

“Jenny we are not doing it in your bedroom with your mum and dad in the house!" I whisper-shouted.

“Party pooper." She accused whilst poking me in the chest and closing the distance between us again.

Seeing the sudden pouty school girl act from her made me relax and I couldn't help but chuckle at her antics.

“What in the hell has gotten into you?" I asked.

“Well I'm trying to get you into me, but I'm not doing so good." She let the finger that had poked me trail downward over my chest.

“Have you been working out, Larry?"

“Kind of." I shrugged modestly. Then when I felt her finger continue its voyage south I grabbed her wrist and pushed it away.

“Seriously! ?"

Jenny just smirked and then giggled at me. Then she turned her head to look at the bag I'd brought her and left upon the bed. Her attention shifted and I let go of her wrist as she reached for the bag and poked her nose inside.

"You brought me chocolate?" She turned back to look at me, her smile less playful and much more genuine.

“*Course I did." I tried to avoid grinning like an idiot. I failed.

“You're one of the good ones aren't you?" She plucked her chocolate out of the bag and looked it over.

"I try." I nodded.

“Well what do you want to do today?" She asked as she put the chocolate bar away.

“Whoa, you're not going to take a chunk out of it right now? Who are you and what have you done with my Jenny?" I teased.

“Your Jenny?" She Looked up at me, eyes flaring brightly at catching me using that particular choice of words.

“Sorry, I mean... I just," I started to splutter.

“Your Jenny." She affirmed gently as she walked over and kissed me on the cheek. "I'm not in the mood for chocolate right now. I want something meaty, barely-cooked, and smothered in barbecue sauce."

“Well we can't go anywhere can we? Your leg?" I reminded her of the limp she supposedly had.