Chapter Tags: angst, fluff, flirting, teasing, jealousy
Chapter WC: 2481
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Jensen’s POV
Jensen glances up from his coffee, watching Y/N heading into the kitchen, dressed far less formally than he’s been used to seeing her this week. He tries to not stare for too long at the way her breasts fill her tank top, and takes another hit of caffeine.
“Morning,” he tentatively calls out.
Y/N glances over her shoulder, smiling politely at him and then opening the fridge.
“Morning,” she replies softly, reaching for a pot of yoghurt.
Jensen licks his lips and desperately searches for something to fill the quiet, hating how awkward it is between them.
“Congratulations on your first week,” he tells her, mentally cursing himself for saying something so lame. She thanks him as she rummages for a spoon in the cutlery drawer, and Jensen once again searches for something else to say; something better. “I’m assuming you went to the staff drinks last night.”
“Yeah,” she nods, reaching for a mug to pour herself some coffee.
“How was it?”
“Fine. Not really my scene, I guess,” she shrugs.
“I don’t really go. I want them to relax, not worry that their boss is around,” Jensen forces an awkward laugh, and Y/N nods in understanding.
“That’s thoughtful,” she tells him, finally looking at him. “I urm… I made up with Jeff, so you don’t have to worry about any hostility or anything,” she explains softly.
“That’s great,” Jensen smiles, nodding.
Jensen lets the awkward silence grow between them for a few moments, looking down at his mug and twisting it on the countertop.
“Speaking of making up,” he begins. “I’m really sorry for the way I’ve been acting. All that crap before school started… I have no excuse, it wasn’t acceptable. I don’t want to make this hard for either of us, and I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable around me.” This prompts Y/N to look up at him, her eyes wide and soft. “I just want things to go back to how they were–”
“Jensen,” she warns, sighing heavily, and Jensen realises what she thinks he means, so he shakes his head.
“No, not then, before that.”
“There’s no going back to anything, Jensen,” she argues. “There’s no coming back from where we went.”
Jensen sighs, defeated, nodding his head. “Maybe you’re right. But whether we like it or not, we’re stuck with each other, and not just in this house while you work here, but for life. We’re always gonna be in each other’s lives, Y/N,” he reminds her earnestly. “So maybe we can learn to keep things in the past and move forward. Just be… friends.”
Y/N chews her bottom lip thoughtfully, playing with her own mug on the countertop.
“Yeah, I think I’d like that,” she agrees, nodding her head. “A fresh start… as friends.”
ONE MONTH LATER
Jensen swallows hard as Y/N enters the kitchen in a tight fitted blouse tucked into an equally tight fitted pencil skirt clutching paperwork.
“Mornin’,” she chirps, smiling at him. “Pour me a mug, will you?” she nods to the coffee in Jensen’s hand and he smirks, turning around to carry out his instructions.
“Manage to finish your grading?” he asks casually, pouring her a decent amount and making it just the way she likes it.
“Barely, but at least it’s done. You know my freshmen all did pretty well on their quiz,” she boasts as she sets the papers down.
Jensen smiles as he hands her her coffee and she quietly thanks him, blowing over the top before taking a sip.
“Not surprised; you’re a great teacher,” he praises.
“I don’t get all the credit, they’re good girls,” she tells him, smiling over the brim of her mug. She takes a quick sip and then continues. “Ooh, that reminds me, who do I need to talk to about starting a book club?” she wonders.
“Me, I guess,” Jensen replies, leaning back against the counter, unable to stop the smile getting bigger on his face, happy to see her so involved and excited about her job.
“Great, can I start a book club?” she asks, blinking at him.
“Hm, not sure about that,” he teases. “I mean, encouraging the girls to read? Giving them extra credit? Seems a bit risky to me, might have angry parents on the phone.”
Y/N rolls her eyes dramatically, reaching forward to shove him playfully. “You’re such a tease,” she complains.
“You love it,” he tells her fondly.
“Shut up,” she complains, unable to hide her smirk.
“A book club is a great idea, just make sure you always pick books that are approved by the board,” he reminds her.
“Already got a list,” she tells him, reaching for a piece of paper.
“I’m impressed,” he nods, chuckling.
“Alright, stop teasing me,” she warns playfully.
“No no, I am,” he laughs.
She scrunches her nose up in mock disgust and then gathers the papers together. “I’ve got some flyers to make if I wanna start a club,” she excuses, pushing the paperwork into her work bag.
Jensen watches her for a moment, and then clears his throat.
“Hey, sweetheart?” he calls, prompting her to stop and look at him, pushing the strap of her bag onto her shoulder. “I wanted to talk to you about the position, actually,” he says carefully, stepping forward so he’s standing directly on the other side of the bar to her.
“What about it?” she prompts, blinking innocently.
“Well, I’ve been checking your class grades, keeping my ears open for what the girls are saying…”
“Oh fuck, is it bad?” she asks, her eyes now wide and fearful.
Jensen waits a beat, just to wind her up, and then he smirks to give away the truth. “No, it’s all good.” His words prompt her to let out a heavy breath. “Great, even,” he corrects himself. “The girls love you, the grades are great… you were born for this, Y/N,” he reassures her.
“Wow,” she gasps, unable to stop the smile spreading across her lips.
“Which leads me onto my next point,” he tells her, biting his lip a little anxiously. “The job is yours if you want it.”
Y/N frowns for a moment, licking her lips. “Isn’t it… already mine?” she asks carefully.
“I mean full time, permanently. Come September you could come back,” he explains. “Emma wants to focus on being a mom now, so there’s an opening, and I wanted to give you first refusal.”
Y/N’s eyes widen as she opens her mouth and then immediately shuts it again. “Wow,” she finally whispers out. “Urm… wow.” Jensen gives her a moment for the information to sink in. “I don’t know… I mean…”
“And you should take some time to think about it. You don’t have to give me your answer right now.”
“I live in New York, Drew lives in New York,” she tells him.
“I know, but wouldn’t Drew move here?” he asks. Y/N shakes her head immediately, but then seems to stop herself. “It’s just an offer, Y/N. I wanted you to have the first refusal, that’s all,” he tells her.
As much as he’d love for Y/N to take the job, to be around all the time, part of what has made this relationship between them so much better the last month has been his reluctant acceptance of the fact that she has a life that doesn’t really involve him anymore, and that life includes her relationship with Drew. Ultimately, Jensen just wants Y/N to be happy, and she’s seemed it recently.
“Just promise me you’ll think about it seriously?” he asks.
“Yeah, I will,” she nods, “thanks, Jensen.”
“Thank fuck it’s Friday, that’s all I’m saying.”
Jensen laughs as he watches Ada kick back on his couch, resting her feet on his coffee table. He hands her her large glass of wine as he sits beside her with his scotch, before taking a sip.
“Long week?” he prompts.
“Honestly, if I have to explain to one more idiot how to turn a computer off and on again I might actually hang myself with the telephone chord,” she jokes, taking a large mouthful of wine. “Anyway, enough about me. What’ve you been up to?”
“The usual,” Jensen shrugs.
“How are things with you and Y/N now? You said they were awkward for a while,” she remembers.
“We’re fine, just took some getting used to,” Jensen explains, realising he’s not really lying.
“Why was it even awkward in the first place? Isn’t she your best friend’s kid?”
“I don’t know, she’s grown up and probably felt weird living with me,” Jensen lies, shrugging.
Ada purses her lips and then takes another sip of wine. “Alright, I’m gonna need something juicer than that, I gave up sex for this,” she complains, getting more comfortable in her seat.
Jensen scoffs, shaking his head. “There’s nothing juicier than that,” he lies.
“Alright,” Ada nods, though Jensen can tell from her tone that she doesn’t believe him.
“Ada, c’mon, she’s Jared’s daughter,” he defends. “That would be… really inappropriate.”
“I’ve done worse,” she shrugs, making Jensen laugh. “Well if you’re not going to spill the tea then I will,” she explains, getting even more comfortable.
Jensen smirks as she starts retelling the story of her latest hook up, going into great detail in some places, excitedly telling him how the guy made use of his belt to tie her to the headboard, and how she was marked so hard that she couldn’t sit down properly for three whole days. Jensen wonders sometimes how he even came to bond with someone like Ada, but he supposes he doesn’t really have anyone else around here except the odd teacher in the school that doesn’t feel too threatened by the fact he’s the boss.
“So I took his number, anyway,” she concludes.
“You never call them back,” Jensen scoffs, shaking his head.
Ada’s feet – which have somehow ended up in Jensen’s lap – shove against the inside of his thigh as she gasps in mock insult.
“Excuse me? I called you back.”
“Yeah, out of pity to see if I needed a friend,” he reminds her.
“And you did and here I am,” she smirks, rubbing her foot along his leg affectionately. “I like doing my part for charity.”
Jensen laughs, reaching across to tickle her, making her scream out, and when he pulls back, he realises that they’re no longer alone.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise that…” Y/N bites her bottom lip and stares at Ada for a long moment before clearing her throat. “I can go back out if you two want privacy,” she tells them, pointing over her shoulder at the front door.
“It’s fine,” Jensen insists. Y/N continues to stare at Ada for a long moment and then forces a smile.
“He hasn’t even introduced me, I’m Ada,” Ada rushes to her feet to hold out her hand. Y/N takes it politely. “You must be Y/N?” she checks.
“Yeah,” Y/N nods. “I’m actually beat, I’m gonna head to bed. Have a good night.”
She leaves, darting for the stairs before anyone can say anything else, and as Ada turns around to face Jensen her eyes widen and she just stares at him until they hear the sound of Y/N’s bedroom door closing.
“Oh my fucking God, Jensen,” Ada gasps. “That’s her, isn’t it?”
“Y/N?” he checks, frowning slightly.
“No… that’s… the ex,” she whispers, like Y/N might hear.
Jensen’s heart stops in his chest for a moment. Is it really that obvious? And what gave it away? The way he still looks at her like a wounded puppy? Fuck, what if Ada isn’t the only one to pick up on it? Though, Ada does know more than anyone else when it comes to Y/N, Jensen just always left out some pretty major details. Like her name, and the fact she was only eighteen, and a student… and his best friend’s daughter. You know, the stuff that makes him look like the absolute creep he is.
“What?” Jensen scoffs, trying to laugh her off.
“C’mon,” Ada presses sternly. “I’m not fucking dumb, dude. That’s her.”
Jensen stumbles on his words; words he’s not even sure are really there, because his brain is frantically scrambling for something.
“Jensen, what the hell? Tell me everything,” she implores, sitting back down beside him.
“There’s nothing to tell,” he insists.
“Your ex girlfriend – the one that broke your freaking heart harder than your ex wife mind you – is living with you, and she’s… fucking stunning by the way.”
“It’s not like that,” Jensen shakes his head.
“Don’t insult me, Jensen,” Ada scoffs.
“So what if she is the ex?” he asks, dejectedly.
“So she’s still in love with you, did you see the look on her face when she saw me? And I know you still love her.”
“Listen, Ada, it was really fucked up that it even happened in the first place,” he argues, reaching for his scotch, in need of something to drink.
“But it happened, Jensen. And it was real, and clearly it’s not over.”
“It has to be, she’s my best friend’s fuckin’ daughter,” he reminds her painfully.
Ada takes a deep breath and stares at him for a moment. “The heart wants what it wants, Jensen. You’re both adults, who the fuck cares what other people think?”
“She’s happy, Ada,” he tells her sadly. “She’s got a guy and she’s–”
“Not without you, Jensen, that much I could tell from spending ten seconds with the girl. I deal with enough stupid people in work, if I have to bash your heads together to make you realise you’re still in love with each other, I will,” Ada threatens.
Jensen scoffs sadly, shaking his head, not wanting to believe it. He’d been doing so well convincing himself Y/N is happy with Drew now, Ada debunking that train of thought isn’t going to help anything. But at least he can always trust her to tell it how she sees it. Even if she is seeing things wrong.
“Well, at least this was worth giving up sex for,” she smirks, taking a swig of wine.
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