Okay, we're all desperate for more JATP content, particularly Juke content, so I'll do my part and keep contributing. I kind of liked that some of you interpreted the last two as sequential so for now I think I'm going to stick with making one off cute scenes that can either be read sequentially as making a longer story or each as a separate interpretation of their first kiss. I suspect at some point I'll need to move into established relationship material, but for now I kind of like the ambiguity. I've already got another one written and some more ideas, so for now they'll probably each be quite short but hopefully cute enough none of you will mind. If you have ideas that you've been thinking about that you think would be a really cute scenario let me know, I'll take requests.


Late Night Snack

Late at night, Julie snuck downstairs to get a snack. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't slightly hoping to find Luke hanging around the fridge again or laying on the couch. So, she was disappointed to see the downstairs space silent and empty.

Still, she was hungry and needed some food. Tonight was a hot pocket kind of night so she grabbed one from the freezer and stuck it in the toaster oven. Just as she was setting the timer, though, she saw Luke fade through the door into the room.

"Oh dang, I haven't seen a hot pocket in ages," he said, and Julie could see him practically drooling.

"I'd give you a bite but, uh, I don't know if that's gonna work…" she said, trying to hide the smile that wanted to break out on her face.

"I haven't tried the whole food thing since you've been able to touch us, might be worth a shot," Luke said, and she could see the excitement at the possibility of eating food again spreading across his face. They both stared at the toaster oven for a minute, watching the timer slowly spin around, until he said, "So, uh, what are you doing up so late? I saw the light on so I thought I'd come check it out, make sure you guys weren't getting, like, robbed or something."

She smiled at his thoughtfulness. "I was just up writing."

"Songs? Without me? Julie, Julie, Julie, you hurt me. I thought we were writing partners!" His puppy dog face almost made her laugh, she couldn't take him seriously.

"Oh come on Luke, you know we are. I write all the best stuff with you. But sometimes, you know, there's some stuff that's personal that I need to get out. Like you couldn't have written 'Unsaid Emily' with me."

"Oh yeah, what's so personal you need to process it?" he started defensively, but then added more softly, "Everything okay?"

"Everything's great. I mean you… and the guys and the Orpheum. But like I've still got feelings. Stuff to put in the dream box for a rainy day."

"Oh yeah, feelings? About what? Or should I ask who?" he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

Just then the toaster pinged and Julie steered the conversation away from her songwriting. "You want to try the first bite?"

Luke's eyes shone with excitement, so he didn't even need to answer her. She handed the hot pocket to him and he closed his eyes, licked his lips, and opened his mouth. His mouth closed around the hot pocket and then his teeth went right through it without taking a bite. He frowned.

"Crap. I guess food isn't back…. Worth a try though." Julie gently patted him on the back to comfort him, and he couldn't help but smile at the physical contact. "At least we know that still works," he said, nodding his head at where her hand was touching him. There was a flirtatious look in his eyes that Julie tried to resist.

"So… did you get ghost slobber all over that hot pocket or can I try it?"

"Hey, I don't slobber! But honestly, I don't know, I don't think that's a thing? But there's a lot about this ghost stuff I still don't know."

Julie laughed, but just to be safe bit into the opposite end from where Luke had tried to eat. It was still incredibly hot so she fanned her mouth, trying to cool it down.

Luke laughed at her attempts, but then asked more seriously, "So, you didn't say earlier. Who are you writing songs about?"

She gulped and accidentally swallowed the bit of hot pocket, before quickly saying "I didn't say I was writing it about a person," while coughing a little.

"Juuulie you said it was about feeeelings so obviously there's a personnnn," Luke whined at her. He was making the cutest face and she was proud she'd resisted his flirtation this long.

"Okay fine. They're about… you."

Luke blushed and looked away for a moment before looking back at her. "Wait, really? You're serious? I thought they might be about your mom. Or that Nick guy. Or Flynn…"

"Nope, definitely about you," she answered, feeling better now that he was clearly feeling some mix of awkwardness and other feelings.

Luke took a step towards here and reached for her hand as he looked into her eyes. "Well, if I'm being honest, I may have written a song or two about you, too."

Her breath caught in her throat at his words, and they were only inches apart. He brought one hand up to her face to brush a strand of hair back and then cup the side of her face. The moment seemed to stretch on for forever as he slowly leaned in. Finally, Julie couldn't wait any longer to kiss him and she closed the gap between them.

This kiss was slow and gentle at first. Julie's arms went around Luke's neck (until she remembered she still had the hot pocket in her hand, which required a quick adjustment to drop it on the counter) and his arms went around her waist, pulling her body up against his and reinforcing the magical feeling they both got every time they touched. But the kiss grew in intensity and Luke softly pushed Julie back until her back was against the kitchen wall and she was pinned beneath him, not that she minded.

Eventually, they broke apart, panting a little, and rested their foreheads against each other. "Who knew kitchens got this hot late at night?" he teased. She pushed him away jokingly, and grabbed the rest of her hot pocket. Before heading upstairs, she pulled him down by the front of his shirt to steal one last quick kiss and said, "Night ghost boy." Then she flipped her hair over her shoulder and ran upstairs.