Crucified -Jean X Reader

GoodNight Kisses

Jean stares down at your sleeping figure. Your cheeks were tear stained with streaks of mascara, Your hands still placed on Jean's chest as a bit of hair covered your faced. Jean could feel his heart racing as he can still feel your hands pressed on his chest and your head laying on one of his arms. He brushed back the hair from your face watching your relax, sleeping face.

A smile grew on his face. Who would of thought such a view would be presented in front of him. He mentally cursed himself out for all the opportunities he's missed being able to watch you like this. It was definitely his favorite view. He wanted more moments like this with you and you only. 

He watched as you began to shift trying to find more space on the couch, almost falling. Jean used his arm underneath your head to cradle you back into him. He sat up carefully and got off the couch. He picked you up and carried you to your room, placing you into your bed. 

He watched as your legs began to stretch out taking in all the new space. He let out a small chuckle and went to place a kiss on your forehead. He began walking to your door to leave when he heard your voice.

"Stay" you mumbled.

He turned to look at you. You were holding on tightly to a pillow, still asleep.

"Please stay" he heard you whisper.

He watched as your hands gripped the pillow and you began to shake. Jean touched one of your hands trying to calm you down. He blushed as he felt your fingers intertwined with his. You began hugging his arm tightly as if you pleaded for him to stay. Jean gave in and got in with you. 

Your body felt the presence of warmth and automatically latched itself to it. You snuggled back in, into Jean as much as you could. Jean blushed bashfully from the amount of affection. He looked down at your fingers still interlocked with his. 

He was about to close his eyes when he felt  something wet. He looked down to see your face in his chest. His face rose with concern. He lightly pulled your face away from his chest to look at you. Still asleep, your body panicked and threw itself back into Jean hugging him tighter as you tucked your face back in and lightly sobbed.

"Please stay" he heard you whisper once again.

"Y/N?"

'I'm sorry" you whimpered.

Jean was starting to worry. 

"Hey its okay" he said as he began rubbing your back.

"I'm sorry I can't be Marie" you whimpered.

Marie? Who's Marie?

Suddenly the room feel quiet. Your eyes shot open. You pulled away and looked up at Jean. Jean smiled down at you. Your cheeks grew red as you pulled away. You sat up, letting out a sigh.

"Sorry Jean" 

"Nothing to apologize for"

He sat up next to you. Your hand reached to wipe away your tears but Jean beat you to it. 

"Hey Pretty girl, don't cry" he said as he began to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Please far from that" you sniffed.

Jean grabbed your chin as he made you look him in the eyes.

"I'm serious" he said looking into your eyes 

Your hand shook as you pushed his hand away from your chin. You began shaking your head as you looked down at your feet.

"If I was, he wouldn't be thinking about her" you said, mostly to yourself.