You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

This is love

Liz's pov

I get home around seven at night. The day saw little fanfare overall, but I had to do all of carol's usual chores. Those took a little longer than expected. Because she never does them to being with. I'm dead tired when I get in through the door.

Liz:oh god...I want to die. Is it too late to die now? I'm ready for death...

I flop onto the couch with little hesitation or regard for the mass that makes up my body.

Jack:I'm afraid I can't let you do that, Liz.

When I look up from the cushion I was mashing my face into, I see jack knelt next to me...yep. He's still just as vividly technicolored as ever. What I'm not ready for is when he actually does yet another thing I had no idea he could do - he scoops me up into his arms and holds me. Bridal style and all.

Liz:ack-WAIT A SECOND!

Jack:what?

Liz:I-I'm tired, but I can walk at the very least!

Jack:...I know. I just figured...I know I couldn't really help you all that much today. This is the least I could do.

...I'm suspicious. I don't know why but I'm suspicious. Maybe. Even with as nice as he is. I'm not used to the idea of trusting another person enough to let them do this kind of thing...but then again. This is jack. Sunny day jack. He's not the kind of guy to just...drop you. Or hurt you. Or throw you. Is it? My thoughts are interrupted by a peck on the cheek, courtesy of the blue-haired beaux currently holding me.

Jack:having you all to myself is nice too.

I try not to squirm or squeak as he plants one more kiss...on the base of my neck.

Liz:shit-jack-

Jack:what? You don't like it?

He doesn't move. He mumbles into my skin.

Liz:n-no! It's just...

Jack:remember...I can't do anything you don't want me to...

He kisses upwards slowly and tenderly. My hand grip the collar of his jacket as I attempt to persuade him away.

Liz:o-okay, yeah, I know...but not here...

He stops, for now. Smiling down at me, he doesn't even seem phased by the request.

Jack:as you wish, Liz~

Just because he stops kissing, though, doesn't mean he puts me down entirely. Jack Carries me, coat and bag and all, to the bedroom...SHIT HE'S CARRYING ME TO THE BEDROOM! ACK?! I try not to let my mind race with all the implications. I failed miserably when I consider the fact he's strong enough to carry me-. The way his lips were warm and yet wet against my skin-. The way his dark, doe-like eyes looked down at me-. When we get in through the door I feel like a stream engine, with a boiler fit to burst at the seams. He doesn't turn on the lights. I honestly don't mind. The brightness would have blinded me. That's alright, though. Through it all...I've had my own source of light...OH GOD I'M DOING IT TOO NOW-

Jack:hey. Are you okay?

Liz:yeah. I'm...fine.

Jack:...good.

There's silence. It's not awkward or anything. But there's anticipation. Jack lays me on the bed, and seeing how is this moment, despite his kindness and his cheery facade...I can't help but back away in awe and intimidation. He's tall, but from this angle...he's TALL. Like the gentle giant he is, though...he does stoop down to my level. His expression is empathetic...concerned, but adoring...but the sweetness of his face is accented with his presence, as he slides onto bed alongside me.

Jack:...this is okay, right?

Yes.

Liz:y-yeah...

I felt the warmth spread through my chest. It bubbled up and rose like lava in a lava lamp, before sinking back down into the core. There was something unspoken there between us at that moment. We both know what was going to happen. It was just a matter of waiting for the first one to break...the red hot anticipation filled me so much I thought I was going to burst. I was shaking with want. Infatuation. Need. I didn't think I'd be feeling this anytime soon...so...happy...so...accepting...but I was concerned now. And I was ready to let whatever this was overtaking me...this feeling...it had to be love...

Jack:yes, Liz...this is love...this is how it feels! This is how I have been feeling...for you...