you make me ~F E E L~ (Jet!)

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To put it nicely, Kennedy was a bit of a slag. Sure, she had standards for her hookups, but they were still hookups. No one expected her to have a boyfriend, yet here she was, on a date with her boyfriend of nearly a month, Jet. If Kenny was honest with herself, when she thought about that, it was a little baffling. Even Kenny herself had a hard time seeing herself with just one guy, but...she liked Jet. And it wasn't just a sexual attraction; his personality seemed to catch Kenny's eye. Mind-bogglingly, Jet seemed to be attracted to her (Kenny was sure he was, anyways, seeing as they were dating and such) as well, despite her bitchy attitude.

While Kenny loved being in charge, she was oddly pleased over Jet planning a surprise date for them. She had no clue what they were doing and Kenny was okay with that. All she knew was that it was an outdoor activity, as they had been walking through a sparsely wooded forest for a few minutes, Kenny begging every now and then for Jet to tell her what was going on. So far, he had refused to tell, which left Kennedy feeling quite frustrated. After a few minutes, she had decided that this better be good or she would be doing the planning from then on. Woah, easy there, tiger, Kenny thought, astounded that she had so surely thought of her (admittedly near) future, and it included Jet. Well, there was a first for everything.

A moment later, Kenny realized she would be experiencing another first. Before her was a dirtbike. And two helmets. A flower of fear bloomed in her stomach and Kenny had to hold back the urge to squeeze the bones in Jet's hand to dust in anxiety. "You...we're...riding it?" Well, duh. Kenny mentally slapped herself. Anyone couldve put two and two together, it wasn't hard to see what they were doing now. Picturing herself on the bike, riding at high speeds and hitting a rock or something and--a fresh bubble of fear burst in her stomach and Kenny tried to swallow her qualms. She didn't trust motorbikes, not one bit. They were dangerous and unsafe and you could get thrown off so easily...an involuntary squeek of fear came from Kenny and she covered it with a cough. "A motorbike, huh?" Kenny managed a slight smile, realizing it was probably not good to show fear. The bike probably had some pheromone sensor that knew when you were afraid. "Well, this'll be fun." With a shuddery breath, Kenny ran her hand through her hair. This would be fun, indeed.

tag;; Jet!
outfit;; White lacy top, pale pink cardigan, skinny jeans and black boots. Oh, and accessories. /would make a polyvore but you know...iPod
notes;; good god this sucked. sorry if I kind of made assumptions. I can change things :3

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As a cold wind nipped at Kenny through her thin cardigan, she was extremely grateful for Jet's offering. She quickly slipped the jacket on, reveling in the left over body heat and Jet's yummy scent. Until she heard his reasons for the jacket. Eyes widening, Kenny stumbled after Jet towards the bike, wanting nothing more than to be anywhere else. Yes, she absolutely trusted Jet and yes, she knew he wouldn't let anything bad happen to her but still. Even though she knew these things, Kenny could feel her feet cementing in place.

"Jet, I trust you and everything and know you do this all time," Kenny started, trying to think of a way out, "But...I don't even know how to ride that! I've...I've never riden a bike." Mumbling, Kenny looked at the ground in embarrassment. First of all, Kenny hated admitting to being anything less than perfect. Secondly, it was near torture to admit that she had never passed such a traditional milestone. A light blush creeped into her cheeks as another breeze gusted through the forest. Kenny pulled the jacket tighter around herself a took a minute to think. How hard could it really be? All she had to do was sit behind Jet and hold on tight, something that wasn't hard at all. And, after searching for cons, Kenny realized that there were only pros. Jet raced on these death machines, after all.

Kenny glanced up through her eyelashes at her adorable beau and sighed. "Gosh, I can't say no to you. No funny business, alright?" Kenny mock chastised, grabbing the helmet in resignation. She started to put it on, then crinkled her nose. "Oh bollocks now I'm going to have helmet hair." Kenny cursed, glaring at the blasted hair-ruiner. Reaching up on her tiptoes, Kenny placed a quick peck on Jet's cheek before slipping the helmet on. "How do I look?" Kenny posed, one hand on her hip and the other in the air. She knew it was ridiculous, but she was willing to do anything to distract herself from her nerves.

"Alright," Kenny said, rubbing her hands together. "let's do this."

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"Alright babe, just hold tight and relax."

Kenny did just that as she climbed on the death trap. It roared to life beneath her and Kenny latched onto Jet like a leach. The bike rumbled and shook from the power of the engine, which caused her to tremble even more. "No funny business!" Kenny shouted above the roar before placing her face against Jet's back, not even wanting to look.

See, Kenny's fear was truly rational. When she was six, one of the older boys in her circle had invited her to go motorbike riding, and she had stupidly agreed. Kenny, stubborn even then, had failed to mention her inability to ride a bike as she wanted to keep up with the boys. When she got there, Edward told her to hop on the small bike, and Kenny kicked at the dirt and mumbled that she didn't know how. The jerk told her she had to get on anyways, started up the bike and watched her go. Little Kennedy Hart made it five meters before hitting a rock, swerving and tumbling off. Not only did her FAVORITE dress get all dirty and torn up, but she broke her elbow. It had been a true mess and since then, Kenny had avoided the two-wheeled monsters.

So, you see, Kenny had a right to be terrified.

The bike took off and Kenny let out a squeel of fear and tightened her grip. She clung so tight to her beau that you probably couldn't fit a paper clip between them. Wind whipped at Kenny's hair, causing the air to bite even harder than before. Kenny decided to risk a peek, so she opened an eye and popped her head around Jet's shoulder. The ground and trees went by way too quickly and Kenny had a vision of faling off and breaking her neck. "Holy shit!" Kenny shouted, very unladylike.

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Kenny had a harsh temper. She was one of those girls who could light up faster than an old Christmas tree and burned anyone around her. Unfortunately, Kenny hardly ever thought of the consequences and often ended up sans one friend for a few days. For some reason, though, Kenny didn't get mad at Jet. He had yet to really anger the Brit, which was a tad confusing to her. There was something about him that was like a force field to Kenny's temper and the only time she could muster up anger around him was when some outsider was threatening them. Kenny really spit some venom then.

It was nice really; no complaints. This, however, was all about to change...

Kenny's nerves had finally begun to settle down. She found that if she just looked ahead and not at the ground, she could manage it for a few seconds. It was even a bit enjoyable; the power of the bike and the way it roared over the land was quite admirable, actually. Despite her slightly sedated nerves, Kenny (thankfully) didn't loosen her deathgrip. As soon as Jet revved the engine, Kenny knew she was in trouble. Her muscles tensed so tightly it was almost painful. The bike lifted up, and Kenny was certain she was a goner.

"Oh god oh god oh god!!!" Kenny screamed, feeling like she was slipping off the back even though her hips were nearly sewn onto Jet. The world was skewed and Kenny did not enjoy the way the trees looked tipped and the way the wind now blew. In that moment, Kenny then realized just how close she was against Jet, and a whole new thrill tickled her stomach. Taking a breath to calm herself, the bike righted itself and Kenny giggled from the adreneline rush. If she wasn't so stubborn, Kenny would've said "let's do that bloody nonsense again!", but instead loosened her upper grip (keeping her lower half quite close, the slag) and ran her hands along Jet's delicious abs a few times. It sent little tingled up her arms and Kenny shivered, loving the feel. "You're quite lucky I'm feeling forgiving, otherwise I'd bite your head off for that little trick." Kenny mock chided, laughing a little.