invisible string - jaylor oneshots

homebound

another story from tumblr!
(TW: ed!)

It's been a hazy Sunday morning with big rain drops against the big window fronts of this modern apartment. Grey light from the grey skies shining onto the white walls. She closes her eyes again, hears a loud creak and within a matter of seconds, there's life in the bedroom. The sound of cars racing by, chatty pedestrians on their way to Sunday brunch, the red big bus stopping only a few meters away from the building. He opened the window a bit.

He let the night become day.

Taylor takes a deep breath, already is able to breathe in the cold but fresh air that just entered the cozy room. Fresh air, a fresh morning. A fresh start. She grumpily turns around, likes how cold the big white sheets feel underneath her. Warm on the inside and cold in the outside. With closed eyes, she turns around again, can't be bothered to open her eyes just yet. She hears him open the door, hears his bare feet on the wooden floors leave their room and roam around in the kitchen that is just down the hallway.

Taylor remains there. Silence. Quiet. Nothing but the damped noises of London in her ears. Now she remembers why she begged Joe so much to move into this rather busy part of town. It's pure magic. Being able to take part in people's every day lives. Surrounded by people, surrounded by life. Nothing makes her feel more normal than hearing the late night conversations of two strangers, just through the creak of the bedroom window whenever she's awake in bed reading. This is normality. This is where she comes home to when she needs a life again. A normal life. Not like what she experienced these past weeks.

Taylor opens her eyes again. This time because she heard the door to the bedroom open up again. With her eyes, she can see him walk in. His hair as messy as hers, his white tee as crumbly as possible over his boxers. His bare feet are covered in her plushy pink cat slippers. Taylor closes her eyes for another two seconds, cuddles herself in the sheets again. This moment of coziness can't ever end. It should never end. She just loves Sundays.

With one ear, she hears him place a coffee mug next to her on the night stand. He sits down in bed again, his hand landing on her head, stroking her hair slowly.

"Baby.."

She groans tiredly, can't be bothered to function properly yet.

"Got you coffee.."

This changes the situation promptly.

Taylor opens her eyes and turns her head, looks up at him. He smiles at her, sleep in his eyes as well. Taylor laughs tiredly, reaches for his hand that has landed on her cheek now. She holds his hand, unable to move.

"Sit up and I'll give it to you."

This time, Taylor slowly takes a breath and sits up, leans back against the big creme colored cushions of the bed. Even fully upright, she still is smaller than he is.

Joe reaches for the coffee and gives her the warm mug. Her legs covered in the blanket, she thankfully accepts the cup, didn't expect the generous kisses on her bare shoulder. He kisses the sweet spot a hand full of times while the sleepy head in bed next to him takes the first sip of the hot beverage. He can't help but laugh at her. Sleepy Taylor is something he'll love forever. The frown on her face, the wild bangs, the puffy eyes.

"Good morning." she muffles, cuddles herself into his chest again.

"Morning, my love." He answers, places his own coffee on the nightstand next to him and reaches around her small shape with the other arm. She always needs a few minutes in the morning to fully wake up. And most of the times this includes her silently remaining in his arms, sipping on her coffee cup while receiving gentle back rubs from him.