LATE NIGHT TALKING (READERXJENNIE)

26.

They lie together on Y/n's bed, underneath the open skylight.

Underneath the stars.

It was getting late now, even for a seasoned insomniac like them. Soon, blue skies will threaten to spill, and break open the ink tinted sky.

Jennie is wrapped around Y/n, head to her chest, the warm lights from the lamp, grazing their mingling hair, catching their faces. Naked bodies on each other, legs twisted into each of theirs, that Jennie cannot seem to distinguish anymore what's hers from Y/n's.

All is right.

They stay like that, awake and for the first time in a long time, Jennie thinks, alive.

Finally, after so long.

There is a special kind of reckoning with that. Kind of a delay in how Jennie sees them. It wasn't anything romantic, more so chemical, with how her body just seems to know that it's okay to loosen up now.

That it's safe now.

That she's home now.

Jennie shakes the thought away, because with Y/n, it was always too early to tell.

Still, it's quite hard not to think about it, when she plays with her hair like that, and how her skin feels like heaven against hers.

"Tell me something." Jennie says, eventually, when she traces small circles on Y/n's sternum.

"What, something?" Y/n asks her, voice airy.

"Anything." Jennie says, and she's hit with a strange sense of nostalgia. Like the question had felt like a marker some how, like checkpoints in their life, bookmarks on the chapters of their love.

"Like what?"

"Oh, I don't know," Jennie says carelessly "- tell me your favorite line from your new book."

Y/n chuckles, Jennie feels it on her cheeks.

"Why don't you read it first, and let me know if it's actually good."

Jennie shakes her head "I'd get too distracted if i do, plus, i want to know your favorite part. I like hearing you talk about that."

"You might be disappointed with my favorite part, actually." Y/n tells her "It's quite short."

"Tell me anyway."

Y/n takes a deep breath, and their hearts merged.

"Chapter 1, page 1. It's the opening line." Y/n says "- it goes on to say, 'Tell me, just this once, if you still think of me. And let me recklessly, tenderly, tell you one more time: I love you.', and that's it."

Y/n, to her, had said it so sardonically, that Jennie frowns a bit.

"Did you hate writing about it?" Jennie asks. Y/n was drawing circles on her exposed shoulder now.

"Not hate, more like... i think It might have served me better if i told that to you, way back."

Jennie didn't know how to answer that. She'd have wished for the same thing.

"Also, it was redacted." Y/n tells her, and with the sound of her voice, she knew that the latter was smiling.

Jennie goes on to ask her why.

"The chapter title, it was your name." Y/n Tells her.

"My name?"

"Mhm." Y/n says, drawing it out.

"Like, 'Jennie' - ? Just like that?" Jennie asks, voice laced with astonishment

"Just like that." Y/n tells her with a nod.