Kalon

He wasn’t perfect, and she knew that.

Jinx knew what she fell in love with: one of the cockiest men in the entire world with an ego that could rival her own, possibly. A man who constantly smirked and poked fun at anyone anytime, a man who threatened to spray her with men’s cologne while they were in New York. She loved a previous womanizer who could drop her at the quick drop at a hat, who could leave her for better, blonde-haired and tanned female who wasn’t afraid to show off some skin. She loved a smoker who had a few beers stuffed into his fridge, who loved baseball and stuck with her as she spluttered and shielded her eyes from a mature scene they stumbled across one day on his television.

But then again, she loved the man who risked his life to protect a child. She loved the man who made up with his family on that same trip to New York, who wore spiderman pajamas as a child. She loved the man who talked about cookies and warm milk in his sleep, with the man who stood in the rain and kissed her impulsively (though panicked and ran away before anything else). She loved the man’s stubble and was surprised to see that he shaved it off and decided to grow his brown hair back. And she loved that he refused to leave her, even while she was on medication and threatened to cut off his balls often.

Besides, that was Peters. Peters was an arrogant piece of shit who prided his looks, who constantly flirted around with women and took them home for a one night stand. He was the type of person to carry her up a few flights of stairs to the top of a building, the man who introduced her to root beer and watched as she admitted to liking it. That was the man who admitted to her his reasons for playing around, the man who she fell on at that time in the park after they ate some Chinese food.

He wasn’t perfect, and she knew that.

Hell, she was far from perfection and she wondered how he was able to see even a sliver of perfection in her. But she chose not to doubt him, because that was him.

If Peters knew that she saw him as perfect, he’d most likely grin and waggle his eyebrows suggestively, and then claim that he was the son of Apollo and pretty much related to Aphrodite, which wouldn’t make sense because a. he was not a Greek god, and b. this was not a Percy Jackson book.

But then again, he’d eventually stop and get that look in his eyes, and then he’d tell her that he wasn’t perfect at all.

And then she’d snort and tell him, “Well that’s the first time I’ve heard that from you, of all people.”

But that would be a joke. Although he was a cocky little shit on the outside, he was pretty deep on the inside, which surprised her at first. Initially, her thoughts of Peters was some womanizer who didn’t really care for his work and lived some kind of YOLO–themed life. She had encountered him around the office, but her first real experience with him was running into him over at a restaurant, where he had just finished from a date, judging by the red kiss mark on his collar. Why the woman would even kiss his collar, she didn't even want to know.

She never really thought that she’d be doing the same.

(Not the collar-kissing, though.)

Jinx never thought that she’d be like A, in a relationship and happy, constantly blushing and blooming whenever she got into work each day. But Jinx didn’t want to be blooming and blushing all the time that she’d look like a glowing tomato. She still wanted to be Jinx – the one who wouldn’t take any bullshit and rolled her eyes at any ridiculous thing that happened. She wanted to fight for cases and kick Williams’ ass to the curb, she wanted to continue thinking that Touta was a man with issues regarding society and she wanted Olsen to see her as Jean freaking Onix, not Jean Onix with an additional Peters on the side like some kind of sub they served over at Subway.  

Not that she didn’t want to be a Mrs. Peters, hell. But that was for some other time.

But at the same time, she didn’t want Peters to be her attachment, her hubby, her little boy toy. She wanted him to be Samuel Peters at the office and not Whiskers, because it was work and the workplace and home were two totally different environments.

And he understood that, at least.

But that didn’t stop his winks or his warmer-than-usual greetings.

And it’s not like she minded, actually.

She just wanted him to know his limits, and for her to know hers. And they knew.

At this stage, she was comfortable with the American. She knew his daily routine and he knew hers, he knew how to make her coffee and that she preferred he smoke outside rather than in. And she knew which closet was hers, that beers would be split evenly between them, and that he was a man who spent a long time in the shower, compared to other guys who jumped in, washed, and then jumped out.

Which was fairly disgusting, so thank God he washed well

Jinx knew him in and out, which spots he liked and which part of the body he prided the most. And aside from that, she knew that he was smart, that he was protective, that he cared for his family more than he let other people know. And she knew that he was afraid of deep waters because of an incident from when he was younger. (And it amused her, to be honest.)

Overall, Jinx loved Peters. Yes, there were times in which she wanted to rip his hair out and sell his organs on the black market, there were times where she wanted him to pay for the renovations in her office, and there were times where she had wanted for him to piss off.

But amidst that and what they had gone through, she wanted no one else but him.