"Yeah, same." If he has any theories about why she's blushing so hard, he keeps them to himself.

Jenna should probably change the topic now that that's been decided and they need to waiter to come back but she's not sure what to change the topic to and she should probably come up with something quickly to distract herself from blushing and what she was thinking about before but all of her usual friendliness seems to have deserted her. Which is a word very much like dessert which she should not be thinking about at the moment because it makes her blush even more. "So," she tries, hoping that starting to talk will get her to come up with something to say (and now she has to say something why did she think this was a good idea), "while we're waiting, um, well," really anything would do even if they were talking about school again "what have you been learning in architecture? What's it like?" There that would do for now, even if it was a bit of a basic thing to think of she really should be able to do better next time.

He attempts to describe the things he's learned so far. It's sort of hard to put his understanding into words, but also surprisingly fun, trying to express things in ways that make any sense outside his own head to someone who doesn't already know what he's talking about. A couple of times he gets caught up in excitedly explaining something that he didn't need to explain in that much detail and also wouldn't have thought he was that excited about.

And so now it's Jenna's turn to be delighted at him. And delighted she is, listening to him talk about things he likes so much! And when he talks excitedly his face gets all animated and he grins a little and it's clearly something he enjoys the concept of and wants to talk about in more detail. And the way he grins is so adorable and makes her all bouncy with joy, she would be perfectly happy to listen to him talk about things like this for quite a while, even if she doesn't fully understand everything that's being said though she does end up understanding quite a bit more about what he's been learning than she would have expected and while it's clearly not her interest she's still really taken by it hearing about it coming from his lips. 

She's almost annoyed when the waiter comes to take away their plates and offer up a dessert menu when he's in the middle of his third emphatic explanation. Maybe a little more than almost. And the moment's lost when they look over their small dessert menus. Still, there's no reason why she can't get more of that lovely sort of thing later, and maybe this time while they're in the car so she can kiss him and touch him while he talks so she can show him just how much she appreciates how how and adorable he is. 

And... the dessert menu didn't seem to contain all that much interesting, or at least, well, there was plenty of food she might like to have but very little of it looked tastier than kissing Sean and she cannot believe she had such a cliche thought but even so the idea of getting into the car and kissing Sean after such a lovely meal and having enough time to get to the dance afterwards, well, probably, she's more than willing to let herself get distracted, is such a good idea. Such a very good idea. And besides, the only thing on the menu that looks particularly interesting is the chocolate mousse but even that doesn't seem that special, and while she's never had caramel flan before or really any kind of flan actually or the creme bruelee either she can have those things when she's not as delighted by Sean's cute face and she wants to kiss him. But if he wants dessert she's not going to say no. She puts her menu down and looks up at him to see what he's thinking about having. (And also stealing yet another look at his hot and cute face.) 

"Anything catch your eye? I could go either way on it, personally."

"Nothing in particular, really," she says with a blush. (A very small blush not like the bigger ones she's been having before. Small enough to be cute and not make her melt in a puddle of embarrassment. Thank goodness.) "I could go either way too, if you wanted! There's plenty here that looks fun but nothing especially catches my eye." 

"Hmm. That sounds like maybe a vote for skipping dessert and going back to the car."

Jenna grins, her mind suddenly fast-forwarding to where they're going to be in a few minutes. In his car, his car with the comfy seats and the comfy Sean and the kissing and the maybe a little bit more than kissing though probably not much more than last time because while last time was incredibly amazing and spectacular it was a little bit more than she probably intended to do (or well more than probably) and she really doesn't want to go too fast just yet. And besides, there was dance to do, which will be wonderful and delightful as well especially feeling his hands on hers like that, being so close and pressing against him feeling his muscles and quiet strength and just how hot he was and maybe kissing him once or twice or fourteen times or so. And kissing! Kissing was also something they can do in the car. And they have plenty of time before the dance to get some kissing in, at least. Yes, that sounds like a very excellent plan. 

Jenna realizes that she's blushing, from thinking about what they can do in the car, and how much she wants to do in the car, and remembering what they did last time in the car, and now she's blushing even more red and should probably stop, which of course does nothing to keep her from turning a brighter and brighter crimson. Not trusting herself to speak at the moment (and being a little annoyed at herself that she should be able to control her emotions better for goodness sake) she simply smiles and nods her agreement, ears flushing and burning against her head even though she really wishes they would stop.

And that looks like Sean is going to have to deal with politely declining dessert and paying for dinner and so on by himself because Jenna is too distracted to help. Is this just gonna happen every time he takes a girl to a restaurant? Not that he's complaining.

(Hopefully she's also too distracted to notice when he slips up for a moment and thinks about some things he has done to her in his car that he wishes he hadn't. It only throws him for a second, and then he reminds himself very firmly that now is not the time and goes back to thinking about how cute Jenna's blushes are instead.)

She's a bit too distracted to notice, yes. And while she manages to get a handle on herself just fine after a few moments (she can so control her feelings! She's going to be an actress and put on whatever emotions she's supposed to! So there!) she's perfectly happy to let Sean pay for things and follow him out to his car afterwards. Without staring at him too much. She's definitely not doing that.

On the way back to the car, he contemplates the various levels of Jenna.

There's nothing actually stopping him from just... kissing her a lot and then driving her to dance class, and not dealing with either of her more knowledgeable counterparts. Arguably it might even be a good idea, since if they lose too much time here she might notice, given that they've got somewhere to be later.

But.

He told the other Jennas that he'd give them some time to exist in. And he'll know if he doesn't. And even if he never tells anyone else—which, given his track record, seems damn unlikely—that's already enough. He's not backing out of this just because it's hard.

So when he gets in the driver's seat again, he's on the lookout for an opportunity to make Jenna lose a little time. Snuggles will work, probably, if nothing else does.

Jenna would probably be very happy to snuggle him, but right now she's in more of a kissing mood. Much more. She had a delightful meal with a cute boy and she kept blushing and now she wants to kiss him. A lot. She knows she's being rather silly at this point at the idea of kissing him first being too forward and not looking like a slut even though that's obviously her mother's silly ideas talking. But. She still can't quite convince herself to take the initiative and kiss him first, and the very idea of it is making her traitor ears burn bright burning red again. Still, she can lean closer to him, once she catches her breath and relaxes herself into the luxurious comfortable seat in his incredible car (so comfy!), and grin at him shyly because she still feels very shy about this whole thing (even though they've already kissed so much, and this is silly and she should get over it).

"Thanks so much for dinner!" she tells him, enthusiastically, because that's a safe and straightforward topic and she's not sure what else to say at the moment. Yet. "It was really delicious and I got to have something I'd never had before! I hope you enjoyed it as well." Some part of her wants to make a joke about it being better than what he seems to normally be eating but that would be not a very nice thing to say to someone she wants to kiss and so instead she grins at him and leans towards him a little and hopes he'll lean forward the rest of the way...

"Yeah, it was great," he agrees. "I'm really glad you liked it."

He doesn't need to read her mind to pick up on that signal. Smiling a little, he leans in and kisses her.

Jenna almost certainly manages to swallow back down her squeal of delight as he leans forward and kisses her, and then leans into him and melts happily into the kiss, the joy and glee and happiness and passion and delight of it, kissing him back the taste of him on her lips and the memories of what they've done together and maybe she shouldn't be thinking so hard about the memories but it makes her feel so very good, and who cares about not being so very forward, she leans into him a little more and puts an arm around him, feeling happy, good, and a little turned on, blushing a little at how much she's doing but glad to know that he probably can't see it because he's kissing her too. And the kiss feels so incredible and his back feels so strong and good and he's so hot and Jenna is so happy to be kissing him like this. She probably has to come up for air eventually. But for right now, she's more than happy to kiss him like this. 

She's so pretty and soft and kissable and good and, and Jenna. She is so very, very Jenna. And Jenna is such a good thing for her to be.

She's very happy to be Jenna, especially when there's a Sean here who is also a good thing to have. Especially with his lips on hers. Or is it her lips on his? It doesn't really matter, not when she's wiggling inside and outside from kissing such a cute and hot boy, getting a little turned on from it, and doing her best to lose herself in the sensation of it. She's not having a very hard time doing that. 

It's the sort of thing that's very easy to get lost in. He gets a little lost in it himself.

(In the back of his mind, though, underneath everything in the place where the inner Sean lives, he's thinking about how to steer this interaction toward a place where he can steal a little time from this Jenna to give to the others. It's not that he doesn't like kissing Jenna. Kissing Jenna is great. It's fantastic. It's one of his favourite things in the world. But it feels... a little wrong, to be having so much fun when there's a version of her who'd hate him for it.)

Jenna, a little bit lost in it or more than a little, reaches around him more and pulls herself closer to him or him closer to her. She wants what they had before. She wants to feel his hands on her. She wants to be lost, enraptured in his touch, to feel hot and warm and good once more. And kissing him feels so very good. She wants to be sure they don't go too far (no matter how much she fantasizes about being carried up the steps into his apartment into his strong and powerful arms, hands running down his muscular chest), but right now she wants to go further. At least somewhat further. She comes up for air a little and tentatively tries to kiss him elsewhere, a little uncertain but still full of bouncy joy and desire, pushing her onwards to lay a few tentative kisses on his neck. 

She's so good and her kisses are so good and her joy and desire are so good and the way it feels to wrap his arms around her is so fucking good—he really shouldn't get as carried away as last time, and not just because this time he can't read her mind so it won't work as well—but he can hold her and pet her hair and make soft happy noises while she kisses his neck, that's all right.

The soft happy noises are good, they make her smile and make her kiss him more, leaning into the joy she's feeling and the sensation between her legs which maybe she shouldn't think too hard about but right now it feels like a spreading warmth through her body, and the hand (his hand) in her hair feels like joy, closeness and care and love which is probably the wrong word but she can't come up with anything better so it'll do for now, she feels like he cares for her and wants her and it makes her feel good. And she wants him, too. She kisses him more, elated and grinning and happy, kissing all the way down his neck and up the other side, breathing a little heavily but still grinning softly at each happy noise he makes. 

He makes such happy little noises, for that. And pets her hair and strokes the back of her neck and generally does his best to express his immense affection for her through touch alone because words aren't so much working at the moment.

His touch is pretty clear! His body language is rather helpful and obvious too. He's being a little bit more passive than last time though which has her a little worried but he's clearly enjoying this but it is making Jenna a little worried about why he's not doing quite so much this time around but he's making the right sounds and so she puts her hands on him and maybe pushes one up under his shirt a little and shivers a little when she feels his body and his muscles and his stomach and then pushes it up a little more, feeling his skin directly, leaning a little closer into him and kissing him on the neck. And then maybe a little lower on his shirt. It feels so very good to be doing this again even if it doesn't quite feel as electric as it did last time (and why not?) but it still feels so very good and she kisses him on the lips again, both hands under his shirt, feeling his body and his chest and his back, pressing herself against him a little more, ready, happy, elated, searching for that incredible feeling from last time and maybe missing it a little but shaking off the worry and listening to the sounds he makes instead, doing her best to enjoy every second of their touch together. And it's so very enjoyable, every second of it, feeling him close and herself close to him, wonderful and soft and powerful and delightful. Maybe she's adapted to this a bit, perhaps that's what's going on. It's still so very lovely, and it makes it easier to not go too far this time and she needs to stop worrying so much and be here, now. Not in the past, or the future, but against the lovely chest of this lovely hot and sexy boy who feels so good to touch. And kiss. And be kissed by. And she really loves it. She does. 

He kisses back, very happily. And he holds her and snuggles her and pets her and makes an assortment of delighted sounds at the way she touches him. But he doesn't try to get under her shirt this time, not even a little.

Jenna is perfectly happy to kiss him and kiss him and touch him and run her hands under his shirt like this (feeling his chest and his muscles and his body and they feel so very good), for quite some time, especially with every appreciative noise he makes. But at some point her desire and need and passion starts to fade when he really does not seem to be doing much at all in response. And Jenna isn't sure what she's doing wrong. Not sure at all. Eventually, a little frustrated, but still happy to be close to him, she slows down and gives into the more comforting signals he seems to be giving her, which are nice and all but aren't as nice as she wants them to be, aren't what she remembers or dreamed or fantasized about, but they're still caring, and loving and good. (And she can always fantasize more later.) She feels a little silly that she wants so much from him, in retrospect, for all she wants to be respectful and make her mother happy even if her mother is just a little crazy but she has some good points... and Jenna has been more than a little forward. She blushes a little, worried, and takes a breath, her desire cooling, resting her head on his chest, doing her best to hide the slight note of annoyance when really she should be happy to be doing this at all. Even without what she wanted, this still feels so very nice, comfortable and caring. His chest does feel so very good. Even through his shirt. And it's comfortable to lie on as he pets her and his fingers feel so very nice through her hair. Most of her unknots and relaxes, but there's still one stubborn annoying knot in the back of her mind worried and wanting. But she's the boss of her own emotions, and so she tells it to shush and ignore it. (Ignoring it is a little difficult though. But she does her best.) Ignores it and relaxes, letting his hands run over her body, letting the passion slowly subside. 

He hugs her and pets her and kisses the top of her head. He can kind of feel an edge of frustration in the way she moves, but he's not sure what to do about it.

(The inner layer nudges the outer one a little, as subtly as he can manage.)

All right, yeah, they're snuggling, it's a pretty good time for shenanigans.

He checks the time, finds that they have plenty, and brings out the middle version of Jenna.