Flirt

(A/N: Additional chapters are on patreon.com/TheGreatestHunter)

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"You have something for me?" He asked her, giving her his patented Gilbert smolder as he took a small step forward to close the gap between them by just a little bit.

Now, he was certain, there was interest in her eyes.

"What do you mean?" She asked. Her volume starting high and going lower with each word. A clear sign of intrigue if he ever heard one.

However, there was nothing he loved more than a good misdirection.

So, he simply raised his right hand to the side of her forehead where a few strands of blond hair fell, swept them to the side of her hair, and then traced his finger down the side of her face and pointed down below.

To where her hands were placed directly in front of her waist holding the bag of food that he knew he ordered.

"You have my food." He finished with what he would now determine to be his patented Gilbert smirk. Klaus and Damon could eat a dick..

She looked down, seemingly forgetting that she was holding the bag and he could see a faint blush creep up on her cheeks.

The thought of choosing between her and Vicki crossed his mind.

While old Jeremy would definitely go Team Vicki, new Jeremy or Super Jeremy as he was still workshopping names in his mind, definitely would go Team Caroline x Vicki. As Taylor said, Two Is Better Than One.

However, he knew that was for later, after all, he knew in the eyes of others, stepping out of the title of "Elena's little brother", would take some work. And besides, no matter how interested, he was always and forever a man of priority.

And getting some strength in his body to go with his mind was definitely his priority.

He could see a slight frown grace her features as a look of slight confusion showed on her face. "You..." she started, raising her hand a little like she was going to touch his face. "Why do you look so old? Like, not old old, but definitely older than you did at the funeral. Like, if I didn't know you..." Now, she was poking his face. "I would think you were at least 17. Does grief age you? It makes sense, stress does, so why not grief, but not in a day, right?" She spoke quickly, her voice getting louder the more she spoke.

And only now did he remember exactly who Caroline was underneath all that beauty.

Incredibly intelligent, curious, insensitive, hyper-focused, hyperactive preppy, observant extrovert, detail-oriented, social.

Exactly the type of person, probably the only person, that would not only notice the abrupt changes in both Super Jeremy's appearance and personality, but also the only person insensitive enough to not only point them out but single them out.

The thought of avoiding her crossed his mind for a brief moment.

However, there were other personality traits as well. Ones just as appealing as those listed.

Loyal, dependable, heroic, emotional, obsessed, giving, insecure.

All traits that would make not only a very good sexcretary (not a misspelling. I know what I said), but also a very good person to have at his back...and in his bed.

Who doesn't like a little crazy in their life, and she would be a very good heel for Vicki, should he get her to the place that he believed he could.

As these thoughts went through his mind, a part of his psyche was counting, three seconds. That's how long it took him to pull up all of that information and form a conclusion.

His mind had always been his greatest weapon...but this was just ridiculous.

He had to wonder if this was how Bruce Wayne felt? Maybe Sherlock, Benedict Cumberbatch's version...no RDJ's version. The speed anyway. He knew he wasn't yet on their level when it came to deduction, induction, and detail-analysis...but he also knew that he had things that they did not.

Where they could observe the details and form an opinion, they never could understand or manipulate the emotional aspects of their targets...well Batman could, but he was too emotionally stunted himself to really utilize it to its limits.

Super Jeremy was not emotionally stunted.

In fact, he loved emotions.

Swimming in the waters of another persons heart as well as his own to understand motivations behind actions and dictate where he wanted his target to go, like a true hunter, wassup Ging, was one of the first things he sought to perfect in his endeavor to go where he wanted and kill what he wanted.

No body was out of reach....not even himself.

That might be why he was, in his opinion, a little slow to get shit started (despite only being in that world for a day). Because his emotions were not completely under his control, however he could still navigate as himself because while he was feeling things that he usually wouldn't, at the very least he could understand why he was feeling them. And that meant he was still in control of what came after a feeling showed itself.

Like the horniness that just won't quit.

He was always...active when it came to getting laid, but never someone who would be distracted by the thought, by the feeling.

Now, he was, which was why, when Caroline started poking and rubbing his face and that tight yellow shirt she was wearing that should have washed out her skin and hair, but instead perfectly accentuated the contours of her perky breasts, he could feel his eyes struggling to look back up at her face.

Which he did, but if the smirk that was now on her face was any indication, she definitely noticed.

However, like he said, he was in control of what came after, so it wasn't embarrassment nor bashfulness that she saw in his eyes, but appreciation.

"What can I say, I like what I see." Gilbert smirk, activated. "But to answer your question," he took another step, perfectly closed the gap between them, and grabbed the bag that she still held while leaning forward to place his mouth an inch from her ear and he felt it when she stopped breathing. "I'm a grower." His voice held a slight hint of raspyness (it's a word now) that he knew women loved.

He leaned slightly back so they were side by side and tilted his head to look her in the eyes.

Lust.

The Caroline he knew from his memories had always been a flirt...just not with him.

Now, this was becoming something a little more than the light flirting that she usually did, and even better, it was with him.

It was a very good moment for him and her....and then it was ruined.

"Jeremy where's the food! Caroline what are you doing here?" Elena asked barreling her way around the door to see what looked to be one of her best friends and her brother with their faces way too close.

"What are you doing?" She asked/demanded, going straight into the bossy Elena territory where she usually lived when it came to him.

He knew he had his work cut out for him.