I sat at breakfast nibbling away and avoiding the nonsensical conversation at the table, when I perked up as I heard the stairs,
"Ahh come to grace us with your presence Y/n," Patrica sneered,
"Umm..." Y/n grumbled, I looked up seeing her trudge in her uniform acsew, her hair in a strange failed attempt of her usual plait her eyes barely open, she had been up late studying for the chemistry test, she's such a sugary thing she'll make your teeth hurt and it did hurt me to see her like this, even if I usual am complaining about her chipper she is in the morning, seeing her like this was worse. But school had demanded her to come in today so she couldn't stay here another day. She had her way along the table with a delirious walk before she at down.
Not on a chair.
On my lap.
Well, that was unexpected...
but not unwelcomed.
I did have to give myself a firm reminder that we were at breakfast and everyone could see us, as my mind almost immediately wanted to wrap my arms around her to keep her here, just feeling her skirt against me was... DOING THINGS!
Especially this early in the morning,
"Good Morning?" I said questionably a little in shock at y/n sitting on my lap like this,
"Humm?" She grumbled questionably as she noticed my chest and shoulder so she nuzzled herself into my shoulder falling back asleep,
"I don't think we should wake her," I whispered nuzzling my head with her's a little unable to hold back a smile,
"Y/n!" Everyone else yelled which caused her to jump a little sitting up more, god damn it they have to ruin my fun,
"Ummm?" She yawned,
"You're not on a chair y/n," Nina told her,
"No? Ohh... I'm not sitting on a chair?" she said as she squirmed her hips and rubbed her hand up my chest and into my hair,
Ohhh god, shut up Nina just let her stay here, just... let her keep squirming ... just for a minute, or two... or five... no two seems like enough,
"No. You're really not." Fabian told her,
"Ohh?"
"No. You're on a Jerome." I sighed, I didn't want to tell her but I knew everyone else would If I didn't,
"Hummm?" She yawned, her hand shoved into my face "On A Jerome..." She said sleepy and confused, "ON A JEROME!" She yelped turning to actually see me, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry Jerome." she said,
"It's quiet alright," I chuckled, "Hi."
"Hi..." she said sheepishly, "You could have said something!
"We both know why I wasn't going to," I smirked,
"Do you have to be such a perv, Jerome?" Mick asked,
"I- SHE sat on my lap! and I'm the perv!"
"don't blame Y/n for you being a Perv Jerome," Patricia yelled across the table,
"Why am I being ganged up on here!"
"Ohh come on you clearly enjoyed it," Alfie smirked as he had his toast,
"What I did or did not enjoy is not your business," I told him,
This debate went on for a couple of minutes until,
"Y/n?" Amber spoke up,
"Yeah?" She yawned,
"...why haven't you moved?"
"...uhh..." she gulped,
"Amber has a point, for once," Patricia added,
"I uhhh... I... I have a headache! I don't wanna move too much..."
"Or she likes Jerome's lap," Alfie spoke up,
"I do not!" she protested,
"Yeah, she does not!" I protested,
"I mean a little it is comfy," she muttered,
"I... I. really?" I asked,
"Yeah, you are kinda comfy Jerome,"
"Yeah your pretty comfy having you on my lap too," I smiled resting my hands on her hips and she happily laid her back against my chest and moved her hips with my hands,
"OH my god!" everyone complained as they noticed us,
"Can you two not hump at the table!" Fabian complained,
"Go, Jerome!" Alfie smirked,
"Can everyone sit in their own seats please!" Nina complained,
Y/n sighed and hopped into her own chair to have her breakfast, and everyone returned to the conversation we both kept quiet and had our breakfast but we soon met eyes so I winked at her making her blush and fix her hair a little, once breakfast as finished up and everyone headed to grab their bags she got up too but I grabbed her wrist before she could go,
"You know, you're welcome to come sit on my lap some other time?" I whispered slyly
"I might just take you up on that Jerome," She smiled,
"Maybe I'd be a good source of... relaxation in chemistry?" I smirked,
"Maybe a distraction," She smirked
"Both." I told her, "But if not in class... maybe tonight? At thew table?"
"Maybe tonight, In my room?"
"Deal."
