what's the story, morning glory?

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by victors-vale

by victors-vale

[2nd person - gnc]

Jamie stands behind you, chest pressed against your back. he nestles his face in the crook of your neck and you can feel him blink against your cheek. One hand holds your hip, the other thumbs the waistband of your joggers - teasing. he smirks into your neck.

"I think you look good babe," you watch in the mirror as his hand travels down, thumb still hooked in the elastic. The top of your underwear peeks out and you grab his hand to stop him. It's not like you want him to stop, but you've got work - and so does he. Later, maybe.

"Good enough to hide under a duvet," you scoff, and he laughs a little next to your ear, pulling his hand away so they both rest on your hips. "but not enough to leave the fucking house. Good thing I work from home, yeah?"

Smiling, Jamie presses a kiss to your neck - and then your collar, your shoulder, the back of your ear - and you spin around to rest your forehead against his with a grin.

He kisses you on the lips this time, softly, and your hands find their home in his hair. It's still damp. You can feel him move a hand up your too-big-but-very-comfy shirt, his fingers lightly grazing your ribcage and tracing the curves of your abs. It's a sweet kiss, and you love the gentleness of it all.

Eventually (reluctantly) you pull away, arms now linked around his shoulders in a loose hug. "See you after training?" A quick squeeze, and he untangles himself.

"I'll grab you a coffee on the way back, yeah? Call me if you need anything," Jamie flashes you a smile as he leaves, and you're left wondering if you should just become a professional footballer purely to spend more time with him. Huh.