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Just the Way You Are	By : megabsupreme Category: +M through R > Real Ghostbusters Views: 3426 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As their movie ended, Egon grabbed the remote control and pressed STOP, then REWIND. The whirring sound of the VCke Jke Janine from a very peaceful sleep. Her head was nestled snugly on a pillow in Egon’s lap. Her bare feet were tucked between the couch cushions. Egon’s bare feet were crossed on the coffee table in front of him. He’d been gently stroking her hair for the last hour, and she’d finally lost her bout with sleep about 20 minutes before. She sat up and stretched. “Sorry. I guess I haven’t been much fun.”

“No, you’ve been delightful company. I’m glad you went to sleep. I know how hard you worked today. That’s why I offered you the rain check, in case you were tired.”

She blushed. She really was very tired, but she wouldn’t have given up a chance to spend time with her Egon for anything. “Thanks.”

He smiled at her and stroked her cheek. “No, thank you. It was a very enjoyable film and dinner was delicious, though you shouldn’t have gone to so much trouble.”

She covered his hand with her own and sighed, closing her eyes. His tender caresses were becoming like a lifeline. “No trouble. It was for my boyfriend, and I love my boyfriend.”

He smiled and kissed her. “He loves you, too.” They’d kissed many times now, including the night he’d helped save her from her bogus fairy godmother. She’d agreed to go on a date with him, and he’d kissed her gently. The kisses had come frequently and passionately ever since. The guys teased him a bit at first, but they were so glad he’d finally admitted how he felt about her, that their ribbing didn’t last for very long.

The tape in the VCR stopped. Janine stood to take it out and replaced it in the clamshell case. He’d told her that it was only fair that she pick the next film since they’d been to four science films already in the short week and a half they’d been dating. She was a big fan of Audrey Hepburn, and My Fair Lady was her all time favorite movie. When he said he’d never seen it, she knew what to plan for their date.

Egon stretched his long legs, and yawned. He watched Janine as she stood in front of the entertainment center. He smiled salaciously. No matter what changes she made to her appearance, one thing had always stayed the same: Janine had a lovely figure when she first came to work for them, and she still did. He hoped she hadn’t felt insecure about that at least. She was definitely a head-turner from day one. To be honest, Peter only hired her over the other girls who applied for the position because she had the best legs and liked to wear short skirts. Egon had always suspected that the reason those two sniped at each other so often was because Peter had hit on her early on and she’d shot him down. He smiled at the prospect. ‘Would serve him right,’ he thought.

Egon wondered why she’d changed herself at all. If she was just looking for attention, surely she must have known that she already had it. ‘But that’s not what really made her do it, was it Egon? She thought you wouldn’t accept her as she was.’

He frowned. He hadn’t really helped her to feel better about herself. It was no wonder she liked this movie so much. For all intents and purposes she was Eliza Doolittle.

“Janine? There’s something I’d like to ask you.”

“Ask away,” she tossed over her shoulder as she stacked their dinner and dessert plates together on the coffee table.

“When you were changing yourself, did you ever think of this movie?”

She looked slightly shocked by the inquiry. “Hmm.” Janine thought hard about this. She did have a life that paralleled Eliza’s. Both she and Eliza were fairly coarse women who felt forced to change to be accepted by men who society deemed their betters. “I hadn’t really thought of it before, but I guess I can see why you’d ask.”

Janine continued to gather together their dishes to take to the kitchen. Egon broke the silence with a gruffly muttered comment. “I . . . I hope I didn’t make you feel . . . I don’t know . . .”

“Inferior? Ordinary? Common?” He nodded absently, looking away from her. She smirked in amusement. “Any inferiority I felt came from me. All you guys always make me feel great about myself. I was just never good enough for me.”

He looked skeptical. “You said so yourself, you changed to try to get me to notice you.”

“Egon, I changed because I wanted to be perfect and I should have known better. There’s no such thing. Besides, if it had just been you who didn’t notice me, that would have been one thing. But none of you noticed. Come to think of it, my own family didn’t even notice! Not even when my voice changed! Hell, I shoulda known something was up then.”

He shook his head dismally. “If that were true, you would never have been so wounded by my not noticing the changes.”

“Well, yeah, I wanted you to notice me, butwas was more about proving that I was good enough to be around all of you. You’re all so much smarter than me and you’ve had such interesting lives. I wanted you guys to consider me to be worthy of working with you.”

“But, when we were on the docks, you said . . .”

“Oh Egon, I said a lot of things I didn’t mean then. I was under her power. Whatever I said to you, it wasn’t what was really in my heart. She tried to keep us apart by making me say things to you that weren’t true. I swear to you, it wasn’t just about you. I wanted all my family and friends to notice. If the people who cared the most about me felt that I was pretty enough, then I was. When no one ever said anything about the changes, I thought that meant I still wasn’t good enough. I guess . . .” she looked off broodingly. “I guess I felt that appearance was the most superficial part of me, and that if you didn’t like that, you wouldn’t want to look any deeper. That bitch knew it and she used it to keep me in line. She kept everyone from noticing me.”

He sighed heavily. “I suppose I can see how you must have felt.”

“Good. Now you wanna find something else to sulk about, or can we get on with our date Dr. Spengler?”

He blanched and frowned as if his pride were bruised. “I’m not sulking,” he muttered sulkily.

She chuckled and ruffled his hair. He ducked and playfully pushed her hand away. “Don’t worry, Eg-ey. I think you’re cute when you sulk.”

He grimaced at the endearment. “I wish you would find a new nickname for me. That one turns my stomach. Not to mention the fact that Peter has started using it on a near hourly basis.”

She smiled and kissed him. “How about Spengly-Wengly?”

“Ugh! After you spent all that time making me such a wonderful dinner, you’d actually make me lose it? That’s horrible!”

She laughed out loud. “Scientists! There’s just no pleasing you people!”

Egon shook his head and smiled slightly, but the smile faded just as quickly. “You know Janine, I wasn’t completely honest about what I said about not noticing you.”

She sighed. They were drifting into dangerous territory. The last thing she needed to hear right now was rejection. She turned to face him again. He looked guilty. Not a good sign. “What are you saying?”

He looked into her eyes. “The creature didn’t keep me from noticing you. I . . . I did notice you.” Her eyes widened in shock. “Not only did I notice you, I’ve always been . . . well . . . uh, attracted to you. It’s the changes I didn’t notice, but never you. You, I’ve always seen.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Then why, Egon?” She had raised her voice in anger. “Why have you pushed me away like I was some kinda leper all these years?”

“Control.”

“What?” She looked hurt and confused.

“That’s why I pushed you away. Control. I was afraid of losing control if I got too involved with you. I pride myself on being an intelligent man, Janine, and yet I don’t know what to say to you most times. I stumble over my words and invariably end up saying something demonstrably dim-witted. I was resentful of your dates, but I didn’t even know what else to do but be surly to them. I have no control over my temperament around you. I behave without reason or logic and I don’t function well in that state. So, I convinced myself that I would go insane if we got involved. Things are different now, but I guess from the beginning, I didn’t want to risk losing control of myself with you. Maybe even losing myself completely over you. You’ve always been straightforward about how you felt about me, but what if it were merely a physical attraction? I couldn’t risk the chance that your feelings did not run as deeply as my own.”

“You . . . you had deep feelings for me? For a long time?”

“Yes. I always thought you were very pretty. You were also smart, capable, loyal, brave . . . so brave.” He smiled affectionately at her. “When I think of all the times you rushed to our rescue with no consideration for your own safety, I’m just in awe of you, Janine.”

She blushed furiously. “I never knew.” She stared at him wordlessly for several moments. Finally she stood and gathered the stack of dishes from the coffee table. He stood to help her take their plates and glasses into the kitchen. They padded into the kitchen barefoot. He tried to help her wash, but she asked him to just sit at the table and keep her company instead. He complied, but reluctantly so.

“I’ve upset you, haven’t I?” he asked after several minutes of silence.

“No.” She sighed. “No, Egon.” He stared at her back solemnly; he wasn’t sure he believed her.

Janine did most of the dishes in silence, not speaking again until she was down to the last couple of pots.

“Egon?”

“Yes?”

“It’s okay to lose control sometimes, you know. And I care too much about you to ever let you lose yourself over me. You’re right. I’ve never hidden the fact that I’m attracted to you, but I want you to know that I’m your friend first. I’d never hurt you.”

“I know. I’d never hurt you either.”

“I know.”

She continued to wash, scrubbing a particularly messy pot. As she worked, Egon watched her from behind. She was wearing a cut-off T-shirt and tight fitting jeans. Her clothing hugged her curves snugly. His heart raced a little, and his palms began to sweat. He was already semi-erect from having her head on his lap, he thought with a sly grin.

He shook his head a little to clear his thoughts. This was exactly the sort of lack of control he’d been avoiding. It was why he’d hesitated to take their relationship to the next level. The last thing he needed as a Ghostbuster was to have a physical relationship with Janine, and then have to try to be professional with her. How could he possibly go through a day as her boss, when he knew how her breasts felt cradled in his hands? How could he look her in the eye and be serious about their work if he kept calling up images of her body bucking beneath his? How could he perform his experiments, knowing that she was just downstairs? He imagined sneaking off with her to have a tryst at the firehouse, somewhere away from prying eyes, maybe the supply closet next to the containment unit . . .

‘Well, so much for the semi-erection,’ he thought. He continued to stare at her shapely rear. She’d said that a little loss of control was fine, but how much was a little? He didn’t know, but he imagined he was about to find out, because his need for her was now just too great to ignore.

Egon stood and walked up behind Janine, stealthily, like a cat. She washed her last pot and placed it into the drainer before washing and drying her hands. He placed his hands on her hips and slid them around to her abdomen. She jumped a little, startled by his presence, but delighted by his touch. He caressed her skin lightly. She shivered and sighed. Egon took this as an encouraging sign.

He bent to kiss her neck, sucking gently, while sliding his hands slowly up her ribcage, pulling the shirt up as he went. Finally, his hands rested on her breasts. He pushed the cups of her bra away then massaged the bare, supple mounds. She moaned and leaned her head back against his chest, closing her eyes in ecstasy. He flicked at her stiff nipples with his thumbs, causing her to cry out. She arched her back so that her sensitive flesh filled his hands more fully.

She turned her head back slightly, inviting him to kiss her. He did. They reveled in each other, lost in their passion. Egon broke the kiss and stared uncertainly down at his beloved. He saw his own need reflected back in her eyes. Emblazoned by her obvious need, he turned her to face him, and lifted her to sit on the counter. She braced herself with her hands on his shoulders. He stroked the stiffened peaks of her breasts again, watching her face and chest flush and her lips part, releasing a whimper of blissful agony. He took one nipple into his mouth and she shrieked his name, shocked and delighted that he’d taken their relationship to the next level so quickly.

His tongue swirled over her taut flesh eliciting intense ripples of pleasure throughout her body. He turned his attentions to the other breast, thumbing the one he’d just left aching and wet. He stood up and kissed her, switching between stroking her nipples, and kneading her breasts. She moaned against his mouth, and gasped as he unfastened her pants. He pulled her down off the counter, turning her around. She leaned back against him, content to let him take the lead.

He held her stomach lightly with one hand. He slid his other hand into the front of her jeans. His long slender fingers had no trouble seeking oer ber bud of pleasure beneath her clothes. Her knees wobbled and he held her stomach tighter to steady her, pressing her softness back against his hardness. Janine’s entire being was on fire. She felt like she was engulfed in a sphere of pure bliss that began at her clit and radiated outward to every nerve ending in her body.

He stroked her sensitive flesh in a circular motion. She cried out and twisted halfway around to face him, reaching back to grab his head and pull him down into another kiss. She lowered her other hand, reaching back to stroke his manhood through his fly. He groaned, a deep animalistic sound she would have never associated with her gentle, stoic genius. It turned her on even more. She extracted his hand from her Levi’s and twisted around in his embrace. She threw herself into their kiss with zealous abandon.

She stripped off her jeans and removed her T-shirt and bra, leaving only her panties. Egon unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, followed by his undershirt and khakis, so that he was wearing only boxers. She wrapped a leg around his waist, using it to pull him closer to her. She stood on tiptoe and ground herself against his erection, breathing heavily between rough, hungry kisses. Her glasses kept slipping down her nose so she impatiently yanked them off and tossed them on the counter. Egon did not remove his.

He took a quick look around, trying to figure out how to do this in the kitchen. The spontaneity of the moment was a real turn on, and he didn’t want to ruin it by suggesting that they retire to her bedroom. The table looked unstable; it might not hold them. The chair looked decidedly uncomfortable for anything but sitting very still.

She kissed her way across his chest then reached under the waistband of his boxers to take his length into her hand. She stroked gently at first, then more urgently. He took the hint to hurry. ‘I’ll hold her up in midair if I have to!’ he thought desperately. He grabbed her hand and removed it from his underwear. He stripped off her now sodden panties then divested himself of his boxers. He stood quickly and kissed her roughly. Grasping her ass with both hands, he lifted her up. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist, locking her ankles at the small of his back.

Egon walked them over to the wall by the kitchen door. He leaned her back against the wall, and she braced herself with her arms around his neck. He placed a hand behind her head, so that it wouldn’t bang against the wall. Janine reached down to guide him into her humid depths. They both cried out, not moving at first, just savoring the feel of being joined with each other.

Egon tentatively began to move inside of her. She quickly matched his rhythm. They moved in tandem, panting brokenly between smoldering wet kisses. They were both feeling overwhelmed with sexual stimulation and it wasn’t long before Janine was sent over the edge. He spilled his seed in her soon after, huskily groaning her name.

It was over too soon for both of them, but they had a silent understanding that they needed the release and could do it again later and take their time.

He was very glad that the wall was there, as he needed its support to remain standing. Janine panted raggedly. They both trembled occasionally, savoring the afterglow. Egon withdrew slowly, and let Janine’s feet slide to the floor. She grabbed his hand and led him toward the door. He stopped to retrieve her glasses from the spot she’d thrown them. “They’re cracked,” he said.

“It was worth it,” she replied. “Besides, I’ve got a spare in my nightstand.” She grabbed them from his hand and tossed them on the counter again, where they landed with a resounding clatter. He chuckled. She’d broken the other lens.

They retired to her bedroom where they stretched out together. She spooned herself with him and he covered them both. She yawned and tucked her head into the crook of Egon’s arm. He removed his glasses and laid them gingerly on the nightstand. He did not have a spare pair.

She nestled her body snugly against his and whispered, “Please feel free to lose control any time you want to.”

He smiled, and closed his eyes. “Count on it.”
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