miss americana | jj maybank

ten | early morning walk

ten | early morning walk
[103: the forbidden zone]
*smut warning ;)*

That damn contact name popped up on her phone. The one that Sarah saw, that made her laugh her ass off those nights ago.

J: so close yet so far.

Tess half-smiled, rolling her eyes. T: hands to yourself, maybank. host's rules.

J: are you okay after tonight?

She hesitated. That's not what she was expecting from the boy whose initial text was flirtatious and coming from just down the hall.

T: i'm fine. you guys don't have to keep checking in on me. i'm a big girl.

J: i like checking in on you. makes me feel like less of a dick.

T: why do you feel like a dick?

J: all that shit went down and i'm out here thinking about you with that bedroom all to yourself.

Now that was more like JJ. T: are you waiting for an invitation?

She waited for a response that didn't come. Instead, after a minute or so of waiting, a soft knock sounded at the door. Tess stood from the bed and slowly opened the door, keeping the creak to a minimum.

JJ met her eyes and slipped inside. She leaned up against the door as she closed it. JJ kept his hands in his pockets. "You seemed lonely back here."

Tess shrugged one shoulder. "Just a tad. Started to get cold."

The smirk he held all night returned. "Oh yeah? Waiting on Andrew Garfield?"

"How'd you know?" she said with a coy smile. "I'm afraid unless you have a Spiderman mask hiding in your backpocket, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"Is that right? I'm afraid I'm empty handed." JJ turned out his pockets and took a step closer.

"That's too bad," Tess whispered. "I was really hoping not to sleep alone tonight."

She surprised herself by the truth in the statement. And there was a little flicker of genuine sadness behind that word: alone. JJ noticed. "Sure you're alright?" he asked, so soft she almost missed it.

"I don't wanna talk about it. I don't really wanna talk at all."

Who was JJ to deny her that? He took another inching step forward, letting his hands find her waist. With one, his thumb drew circles on her hip just as he had on her knee earlier that night. It hadn't escaped him how the touch comforted her. Even now, she sighed contentedly at the pressure as JJ's free hand traced up her waist, lifting her shirt for a moment until he brushed his fingers over her chest, her collarbone, up her neck to the tip of her chin. His fingers fit perfectly around her jaw, up behind her ear. His thumb dragged across her bottom lip and her mouth obediently fell open, her breathing growing shallow and wanting.

With one hand, she had pulled him closer by the waistband of his jeans. Now the other grasped his bicep. "Please, Mays," the magic words fell off of her lips.

JJ greedily took hold of her neck, tilting her face perfectly upwards so it slotted against his as he devoured her lips. Tess was quick to find the back of his neck, pulling at his hair, making his mouth open wider with a pleasured grunt. She deepened the kiss, having thought about it every time she looked at JJ that day.

He pushed Tess back into the door hard and she could feel his excitement pressing up against her leg. The hand on her waist moved up to brush her breasts until his thumb circled her nipple.