Missed Connection [Lenn]

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"Point your toes! Straighten those fingers! You're losing speed with sloppy strokes!"

The summer had been great for getting the swim team in shape. Clear skies and a blazing sun meant everyone wanted the chance to take a dip in the outdoor pool. Granted, most of the students wanted to play, lounge about, or ogle the appropriate sex. But as the coach of the Academy swim team, Jacob had first dibs on whatever happened at the pool and his first choice was always practice and conditioning. The kids could have their play time after he had finished making the team swim their laps and practice their form.

Stopwatch in hand and standing at the edge of the pool, he timed his students as they glided and paddled their way through the water. When he was in his role as the swim coach, Jacob's usual vanity with his body was shoved aside in favor of being a strict coach. So even though he was dressed in only tight black jammers, he could not have cared less for the ogles he was getting from the teenage students sitting or observing around the pool.

"Faster! C'mon. Faster!"

He clicked the stopwatch and recorded the times. They were getting a little better, but not better fast enough. He stretched his arms and looked down at his panting students as they pulled off their goggles and swim caps.

"Alright. Take five."

He dismissed his students for a break, allowing them to get out of the water. Their wet lean-ness-es distracted took some of the stares off of Jacob. He, meanwhile, returned to a table where his books and papers were, and also an extra phone. Lenn's phone.

This morning, Jacob had been fumbling for his phone when its alarm went off and fell off the table. When he reached to the floor, he found a second phone along with his own. After the confusion passed, he realized that it was the one Lenn had been using. How did he know? When he unlocked it and got to the home screen, his picture was the wallpaper. The picture she took when they were getting randy a few nights ago. He had attempted to call her on it, but found it impossible to use beyond the home screen, as if it was secured even further.

"I hope she didn't miss any other clients because of this..."
 
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That was the beautiful part about computers; email. Email was a wonderful thing and she was glad that said ‘contact’ somehow knew of her email and decided to contact her through such means besides her phone because that would have meant Jacob would have probably seen it. Oh god. She had gotten up way before he did and in sheer horror found herself only in her lingerie. Then she practically sprang out of bed, tip-toed around Jacob asleep on the couch, dressed, and was out within fifteen minutes. She was good at making stealthy exits like that. Oh god…W-Well she was positive that they didn’t do anything besides take pictures. She didn’t dare attempt to break into his phone to see what he had managed to get from her. She didn’t wanna know!

God, everything about that night was in pieces. As the days went by, she slowly pieced together what happened that night. Oh for God’s sake, REALLY? O-Oh well. What’s done is done. Besides, it wasn’t like she was going to see him again…eventhoughshekindawantedto—NO. She made a drunken fool of herself and she was pretty positive that he probably didn’t ever wanna see her again after she left him ‘hanging’. Literally. She would have made sure to not see him again if it…weren’t…for the fact that she had forgotten her phone at his place. DAMMIT! Dammit all to hell! She even tried going a day without it, but anxiety was unmerciful, brutally kicking in shortly after her realization of what she lost. What if someone called on it? ”Oh hi, Ms. Greaves, how are you today? So about that talk we had of sniping the Company president of …” She cringed. S-She had no choice but to see him!

Come to think of it, she could easily find him. It was summer and he did mention that he was teaching at the Academy. Maybe he was still there? It was noon after all. She’d just approach him, get her damn phone, and be on her merry way while he taught his…math, or whatever. It was easy getting to the Academy and even easier asking for him at the front desk. She never figured he’d be coaching the swimming team—then again when she thought back to his build, why wouldn’t he? It was a good day to get wet anyway, but not for Lenn. Regrettably, she left her weapons behind. This was only a school after all and they probably didn’t take kind to outside people bringing in such dangerous items. Then again, she was fine with it. Somewhat. She was just lucky that she was able to use other means of defending herself if necessary—

No. She was only here to get her phone and that was it. She finally made it to the pool where she watched from the doorway. For a casual teacher, he was pretty strict with the swimming team. Normally, she’d just walk right in like nobody’s business, but somehow it felt wrong to intrude. Odd. Normally she didn’t care. Rude or not, she normally got what she needed or wanted. Right now though? It felt…Better to wait until he had the time. He’d spot her wearing a loose red tanktop, ripped blue jeans, and a pair of boots to along with them. No, she wasn’t geared up for swimming, but that kind of attire was considered ‘light’ compared to the tactical gear she normally wore. God, that would have definitely screamed ‘hit-man’ if it didn’t before.
 
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The mutterings of a few passing boys alerted Jacob to a presence at the gate to the pool. Something about a hot chick in a red tanktop. Jacob was not quite sure what compelled him to look up from his game plans and time records. The boys could have easily been talking about anyone, like another student or just some friend from outside the school coming to visit. Whatever the reason, he glanced up to see what they were talking about and was surprised to find Lenn of all people standing at the gate. And she was looking directly at him.

With the alcohol drained from his system, and his immediate previous mood being of the strict variety, Jacob was feeling a little different seeing her at the pool. Gone was the confident swagger of a man that felt guaranteed to spend a night with her, and it was replaced with a little bit of embarrassment as the last couple of days rushed back to him.

Still, all things considered, he was happy to see her again. After waking up on the couch, he had gone to the bedroom to check on her only to find her gone. Had he not found her phone, he would have assumed that was going to be it for the two of them. But as he carried his phone over to her, smiling, he hoped there would be a second chance.

"Hello there, L--Miss Lenn. It's good to see you again."

He held her phone for a bit before handing it over.

"I suppose you've come to get this back, huh? You, uh, must have dropped it when you passed out."

Jacob should not have felt as awkward as he did.

"Are you feeling alright? I mean, did you sleep well? I mean, you left before I could check on you, so..."
 
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Maybe it was because of that night that she suddenly felt a mixture of emotions hitting her all at once when he made eye contact. A bit of her was happy to see him, but at the same time she felt a twinge of embarrassment and other things that she really didn’t know how to process. It was difficult; she hadn’t felt any…feelings of any sort for a really long time. She thought she was done with those awful things; they always compromised the job. So much for that now. Crap, ‘es gettin’ closa’… She was just itching to run. It was bad enough that she was being oogled by the boys in Jacob’s class and snarky looks from some of the girls who apparently didn’t approve of their teacher walking up to someone other than themselves.

That poker face completely came apart when he greeted her. Even a tinge of red hit her cheeks. That body…No, she couldn’t forget that body and the eager look on his face when he was ready to claim her as his…

Oh, the phone.

She took it and stuffed it in her back pocket. ”Thanks, mate. Oy’ve been lookin’ fer this! Glad it’s still in one piece,” she said with a hint of a smile. She could easily blame the sun for her rosy cheeks. Then…came that awkward silence. Why did she feel like this? It was stupid. He was just a guy.

A guy that saw more of her than she intended.

She just…stood there like an idiot, wondering if this would be a good time to just…walk away. Or say something, moron! She just stared…and surprisingly he broke the silence for them, asking if she was well. That took her for surprise. Then again, what was so surprising about that? She did take the hangover medicine before she left. She was pretty drunk after all. ”Oh um…Yeh! Tough as nails. I didn’t eat b’fore I got there so…Heh, thas’ prolly why oy’ got wasted,”That was pretty nice of him to ask…and now that she thought about the next morning, he was in bed with her. Like a gentleman, he slept on the couch. He didn’t touch her after that…

”Oy’ uh…Sorreh oy’ left without sayin’ anythin’. Didn’t wonna wake ya, thas’ all…”

She paused.

”Thanks for takin’ care of me…an’ sorry oy’ uh…fell asleep. Maybe we could go for somethin’ lighta’?...Coffee? It was the least she could do for skimping out on such a crucial moment. Thanks to the scotch! She then quickly added, “Or maybe some lunch. I-If you don’ wonna, thas’ fine!”
 
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The Lenn he was talking to felt different from the woman he had exchanged pleasantries, jokes, and suggestive looks with at the Club and in his apartment. Even in the presence of alcohol, the Lenn from a few nights ago always felt a little in control, of both herself and of the situation. She spoke firmly and confidently, not showing a moment where she was at a loss for words or had a thought she needed to watch her tongue. What she had said was said with confidence, even if it was a little goofy and flirty.

The woman in front of her was suffering from the same awkwardness Jacob was dealing with. The words were not coming as easily, and he was torn between looking at her and not looking at her, but not not looking at her too much, or enough. He quietly chastised himself for acting like an awkward teenager instead of a man his age.

"Well, I'm glad that you got home safely. We did have a pretty tipsy night and all. Though I bet you handled it better than I did."

He was talking about the hangover situation, and that he was a lightweight when it came to that as well. But a second's thought later and he realized the other connotations of it. Such as his handling of the... nightly event being cut short.

"N-No worries, Lenn. You had a lot to drink so, y'know, it's understandable. And I did my best to make sure you were comfy.."

At least she seemed tactfully aware of the position she had left him that night. The offer for some coffee brightened Jacob's expression. Another opportunity! And she offered! That could mean she was still interested. Jacob smiled and nodded.

"Coffee sounds great! Maybe after I finish practice. It won't be long and you can watch!"
 
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What was wrong with her?

It was just some stupid night…Where he didn’t take advantage of you while you were sleeping. He took her back to his place for his benefit—In which he didn’t get any and made sure you were comfortable while he slept on the cou— Stupid, Traitorous brain! Every reason she tried coming up with, it was always swatted down with some form of truth to Jacob’s kindness. She was attracted to that apparently amongst other things. She felt a bit of inner joy when he accepted her offer, but it didn’t keep her from swatting it down externally.

Watching him? Well, she didn’t see why not. She hadn’t gotten any calls from Specter and other than that, there wasn’t much to do. She had already ‘fixed’ up her apartment so… “Sure, oy’ don’ see woy not!” she chimed in. She’d let him get to his practice and decided to claim the seat at the table she saw him last. Now that she looked back, why did she ever doubt wanting to see him again? He wasn’t a jerk despite him somewhat having a reason to be. She watched his practice session with the kids, admiring how the way he handled them. He was pretty darn good, she had to admit and she’d take his lessons over the brutal ones she had any day.

This was relaxing and now she chastised herself for making herself fret over nothing. Speaking of this nonsense…Just what did he consider her as now? He seemed more than eager to accept her offer.
 
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If Jacob had recounted the tale of Lenn over the past few days, more than a few people would have wondered why he continued to pursue the girl. The tipping point for them would probably have been Lenn passing out at the most crucial moment and leaving him in the morning, seemingly taking advantage of all his good will. An additional argument could have been made in that he had definitely made his intentions known to her, so he was not just some nice guy getting "friendzoned".

However Jacob was, in contrast to those people, grown up. He saw the potential with Lenn behind the almost-comical circumstances they had met and gotten to know each other. There was a spark that night, and he could still feel it even as he pulled the chair out for her to sit by the pool side.

"I'll try to make it quick. Promise."

He was quick to round up his team and get them back in the water for some final trials for the day. He was so into it that he was impatiently walking up and down the side of the pool, following his team as they swam, encouraging and chastising them. By the time he had finished, he was on the far end of the pool from Lenn. Knowing that he could swim faster than he could walk, and he was not about to run around the pool, Jacob dove in the water and swam himself to her with the speed of a champion.

It was a good thing he could hardly hear in the water because, as his team left for the day, a few of them were making remarks like, "Coach is in a hurry today. He's got a booty call to get to." The comment would have warranted a full relay as punishment.

But they were mostly right. Jacob WAS in a hurry, though he might not have been fully aware of his hurry. He thought he was just going fast like usual. At least Lenn would get a show of it. As he reached the end of the pool in front of Lenn, he hoisted himself from the water in a manner befitting a cologne commercial. His dark skin glistened in the sun, dripping and wet, and he flipped his hair out of his eyes like he was also doing a hair commercial. He reported right to Lenn, breathing a little hard and smiling. Unlike his last show for her, he didn't seem to be consciously trying to be sexy.

"So what did you think of my boys? They're sloppy, but they're tourney material."
 
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She grunted in her seat, knowing that the boys were oblivious to her keen sense of hearing. S-She wasn’t here for some booty call, damnit. She was here to ah…apparently make up for leaving Jacob in the blue. So much for just getting her phone, right? It was fine, but really? It was probably a good thing he didn’t seem to hear it because…Wow—wait—he was pretty fast! She found herself leaving the chair just to meet him at the edge. He did indeed have a reason to be the swim coach. Damn, how did he do that? She leaned just a little, eyes trained upon him until he surfaced. She could have sworn time slowed just for this moment. She watched him whip the hair from his eyes, water flicking elsewhere…and beads cascading down his chest. Her lip twitched.

He had to be doing that on purpose. No complaints from her though.

She almost missed the question entirely! Her only saving grace was that her mouth wasn’t hanging open at the sight of Jacob waist-height in the water. She almost didn’t give him room to get out of the pool. It was tempting to shove him back in just to see him get wet all over again. In a way, she missed out too. She really wanted to see him at his finest that night. “…Yeh! Yer whippin’ them up in’ta shape! Oy’m sure you’ll win them tourneys! You’re pretty good! Faster than me, I wager,” There! She had something to go on and a bit of that awkward feeling began to recede.

Instead, she was beginning to feel…normal around him. Is that what being a human felt like?

”Oy’ don’ like swimmin’ too much. Don’ fancy it too much at all,” Though she had to admit the water looked pretty nice for a dip. Normally when missions dealt with water, it sucked having water in everything. It made things ten times heavier and ten times unpleasant. Water would always go into places not wanted—like socks… ”You made tha’ look easy!”
 
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"Well, if you're ever in the mood to learn how to swim really fast, I'm always up for a private lesson."

Was he trying? Was he really just letting the double entendres fall from his mouth without any thought whatsoever? Even he was getting surprised at how casually he dropped the flirty little phrases, and without meaning it. His tone was warm and friendly, like when they had first started out in the club and before the drinks had kicked in. Perhaps it was his enthusiasm for teaching and swimming balancing out his flirty side.

"I think you just need a better introduction to the water. If you let it hold you, it's really relaxing. Really peaceful. When the water is all around you, your sense of touch is overwhelmed and you just... lose the sense of yourself. So it's just you and your thoughts..."

He had a bit of a faraway look in his eye for a moment, then he shook himself out of it and started for the showers. He had only dipped once, but it was good practice to rinse anyway. At least the outdoor shower would let him keep an eye on Lenn, and make sure she did not fall asleep on him again.

"Listen to me. Getting all philosophical about swimming!"

Jacob started up the water right there in front of Lenn. The pool shower was just for rinsing so it was not like there was any privacy needed, and he could just do it in his jammers. Lenn at least would get a follow up show as he wiped and rubbed the pool water off of himself as the falling water cascaded down him.

It was a short show, and he off to locker room for a quick change.

"JYou got any place in particular you wanted to go to?"

He must have been paranoid about missing out again because he was out of the locker room in a flash. Now dressed in fitted jeans and a TIGHT exercise shirt, he was just finishing toweling off as he came out.
 
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Oh, ahaha~. She chuckled, catching the little flirty suggestion. She’d definitely take up his offer though in the future if they could just get past the first…date? Her, on a date? Huh, she never really thought about it like that and decided not to before she’d attempt to talk herself out of it.

Listening to him talk about swimming though…Wow…He was really passionate about his hobby—almost as passionate as he was about his appearance and from briefly getting to know him, that was saying something. It was good though that he had something he was proud of. She…Sort of did? It just sucked not being able to share that kind of stuff. Oh hun, today was great! Oy’ aced tha’ shot today! His head exploded like a watermelon! KAPLOWEE~! Yeah—no. Not in a million years unless she found a “Mr. Smith” in her lifetime and she doubted that Jacob was going to be it…The whole Mr. Smith thing anyway—

”Well oy’ don’ blame ya. You seem to love it! Thas’ a good thing!” She looked down at her own reflection as he left for the shower…Then eventually to the showers once she heard the knob crank. To her, it was a teasing shower; Brief, but enjoyable. She didn’t let him have the privilege of seeing her satisfaction. Oh no, she pretended like it was nothing, but it seemed like he was just antagonizing her now. That shirt…It stretched and defined everything. He was making it look pretty damn good. He haaad to be getting back at her somehow. It was working.

”Well oy’ really didn’ botha’ tryin’ ta find th’ best shop, honestly. Oy’m really picky ‘bout moi cup of joe,” She said, making it somewhat of a little challenge. She wasn’t lying about her coffee. She liked it dark and strong…Much…Like…Jacob. Ahem. ”Wos’ wonderin’ if you had a good suggestion?...”
 
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