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Jake is standing in a corner of the backyard with Emma and Horace, talking.
Enoch is sitting against a tree a couple of feet away, watching his homunculi totter around.
Emma has been plastered to Jake's side ever since he showed up.
It makes Jake uncomfortable, but he's too polite to ask her to stop.
It annoys Enoch immensely though.
Emma might think that Jake fancies her, but she obviously can't tell the difference between interest and politeness.
Enoch notices Emma's hand move down to wrap around Jake's, who tucks his hands in his pockets.
Oh hell no, he thinks, he has had enough of his sister trying to steal his boyfriend.
He gets up and stalks over to Jake.
"Hullo, Enoch."
Horace says politely.
Enoch moves to stand on Jake's other side, the one that Emma isn't clinging to.
He slips his arm around Jake's waist.
A slight blush covers Jake's nose and cheeks, making him look even more attractive.
Horace's eyes widen at the display, but he says nothing.
Emma, however, narrows her eyes and huffs, glaring daggers at Enoch.
Enoch doesn't pay her any heed, just amiably joins in the conversation.
Emma seems to know that this is a fight she isn't going to win and stalks off.
Horace is talking about a dream he had recently, one about getting a custom suit from the queen.
Enoch tunes him out.
Jake is nodding, and giving replies here and there.
Enoch finds himself staring at Jake's red lips, oh, how he wants a taste.
Why not?
I mean it's not like he hasn't been in trouble with Mrs P. before, and that was if she even finds out, which Horace is a twit, but he isn't a snitch.
After carefully considering the consequences and coming to the conclusion that he doesn't care in the slightest, he goes for it.
Jake isn't expecting Enoch to suddenly spring upon him like that and he bends backwards a little.
The kiss is awkward at first, lips pressing against lips at an odd angle.
Then Jake realises what is happening and straightens out his back, and clings to Enoch's shirt front.
Enoch grasps the back of Jake's head in his hand and presses into the kiss harder.
He is just about to slip his tongue in Jake's mouth when he hears someone clear their throat.
He turns to see Horace looking uncomfortable.
"As entertaining as this is, Jacob and I were having a conversation, Enoch."
He pulls away from Jake and says,
"Well I doubt Jake found it more entertaining than me, but by all means don't let me stop you from droning on about fabric."
Horace looked taken aback, before turning on his heel and stamping away, huffing.
You can hear him shout in the distance.
"It's more than just fabric! You uncultured swine!"
Jake is blushing furiously and his mouth is open slightly, giving Enoch a glimpse of the gap in his teeth, he doesn't know why but he absolutely loves Jake's imperfect teeth.
He grins devilishly at the fact that they were alone, in one of the most secluded spots outside, and at the fact that he can make Jake look so disheveled in a matter of seconds.
Jake lunges back into the kiss, knocking Enoch flat on his back, he just laughs and presses their lips together once more.