Random Jensa oneshots

A/N: This is a terrible story I'm really not motivated right now but here you are anyways. 

"You skipped lunch?" Jorgen asked.

Spensa waved him off. "It's fine. I'm not that hungry."

When she glanced at him, Jorgen had that mischievous smile that he so rarely used. "What?" she demanded.

He grabbed her wrist. "Close your eyes." He demanded, and she hesitantly obeyed.

He pulled her down the hallway and she yelped when they turned the corner. "Hush." He told her.

"Then stop almost slamming me into walls!" She whisper-hissed.

They stumbled to a stop, almost slamming into another wall. "Why do you keep doing that?" She snapped, and he started to laugh.

Spensa threw her hand that was not in Jorgen's into the air. "Well now you've really lost it." She grumbled. "Can I open my eyes now?"

His laughter quieted. "Not yet."

A door opened and they slipped in. "Where are we?" she demanded.

"Open your eyes." He whispered.

They were standing in the kitchen. Spensa whirled on him. "How did you even get in here? Usually it's locked."

Jorgen shrugged. "I'm the flight-leader." He told her simply.

Spensa turned back around to stare at all the food. When she didn't move, he nudged her. "Go eat, Spensa." he told her gently, kissing the top of her head.

"I already told you, I'm not hungry."

"But you never are, these days. You're getting so thin... everyone's worried."

"I'm fine." She told him hastily, turned to leave.

He grabbed her wrist. "You're still overworking yourself. You just need to stop and rest every once and a while."

And she was really scudding tired...

Spensa let herself slump back into him. "Fine. Just this once."