Moon Knight Nonsense

Jake's POV: 'Not a Date' Date

Jake Lockley & Layla El-Faouly

Summary: Snippet from Jake's night of taking Layla out to get to know him. Jake doesn't know how to behave around Marc's wife. No smut, just fluff & mild gunplay.

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His cap was firmly pressed back onto his head by her. Dark curls of his hair not quite making it back into place. Jake just smiled. Thin as it was, wanted her to see his appreciation for returning his cap. Or maybe for the lingering touch surrounding it.

Everything about the arcade was bright and flashy, designed to snag attention, though Jake's was firmly on Layla.

"No..." He admitted after she asked him if he wanted to go home yet. Feeling out his reluctance to leave right away. Not after that chaste little first kiss they'd shared in the photo booth. He needed more time to sit with that. This was Marc's wife. He shouldn't be wanting more of that.

He reached up to properly get the cap comfortably on his head. One hand lifted it while the other combed back his hair. Contemplating an arm around her shoulders to pull her over to the shooter while holding her. Instead, he stepped back and gestured for her to get moving with a tip of his head in the direction of a game he spotted with plastic guns.

Walking over there Jake pulled the gun off the console to check it over. Not overly realistic, but for the game they were about to play, it'd do.

"Here." He pointed at a space in front of him for her to stand. Treating it like it was a real gun. Arms around her he got her to hold the gun. One hand on her wrist. Shifting her fingers away from the trigger.

"Only hold the trigger if you intend to shoot. Otherwise, it goes here."

His other hand reached for her second hand to bring it up and clasp over her first hand.

"Better grip for recoil and steadier aim."

He muttered, not that it'd matter for an arcade game. Leaning back he looked down at her. His foot came between hers to kick them apart a little wider. His hand going to her hip to steady her posture.

"Tch. Look real dangerous now, Chica."

Jake chuckled as he stepped back to appreciate her stance with a gun. He reached for the second one. And tapped the console to start.

Zombies charged towards the screen. Head shots took them down but a few rounds in the body also seemed to do the trick. Jake shot with precision. Making every bullet count.

"Coming in from the left." He warned. Helping Layla to clear out the oncoming crowd. "Right. Right."

The levels rolled by and soon there were too many to hold off. Zombies overwhelmed them, gnawing at the screen.

"Ack. They got you. We don't keep any infected under this roof."

He laughed, Hand reaching up her back to wrap around the back of her neck and tug her into him. Affectionate and playful. Nothing rough about it. Bringing the gun up to press under her chin. Pressing just enough to tilt her head up to look at him.

"Pew." He said quietly. A smirk. He brought the gun down.

Finding any excuse to untangle and move away from her, he put the controller back in its holder. They'd spent a good portion of the night together. Going through drive-thru's and watching the stars. Late-night arcades and doing every game they could. Even managing to hit the leaderboard on one of them. J +L imprinted on the screen. Jake truly didn't want the night to end. He knew if they stayed any longer he'd be finding other reasons to kiss her.

"Ready to go?"