Lean on Me || Jill Roord

17. Make Up Make Out

Jill and I were cuddled on the couch for much of the evening, watching WSL highlights along with my brothers hockey highlights. At some point we switched over to Suits, which was a new show we'd found and absolutely loved. I was quite comfortable practically laying on Jill with my head on her chest, my arm draped across her stomach, and our legs intertwined. Jill had been mindlessly rubbing her hand up and down my back for a while now; my shirt had ridden up at some point, so it was my bare back she was drawing patterns on.

My apartment had gone completely dark now; only the glow of the television shone through the room, illuminating my furniture and decorations.

Deciding to forget about the thoughts running through my mind, I turned my head, burying them in Jill's neck, where I placed a gentle kiss. One that caused her to stop drawing patterns up and down my back. I continued kissing her neck, sucking and biting softly. Not hard enough to leave a hickey, but it got Jill's attention as her breath hitched and she tilted her head upwards.

"Caroline," she breathed out, making me stop and finally glance up at her. When her eyes met mine, they were dark. Darker than usual, but held something else in them.

She took my chin in her hand and pulled me towards her, connecting our lips for the first time in over a week. The world practically faded away when we kissed; I'd missed Jill so much.

Our lips moved in sync as my hand trailed up Jill's side. In return, Jill's hand travelled to my front tracing over my abs. I unconsciously tightened them at the contact as Jill and I's kisses got sloppier. She flipped us over, immediately moving down to my neck as both my hands found their way under Jill's shirt and up her back. I let out a low moan when I felt Jill bite down on my neck. My hands travelled higher, realising she wasn't wearing a bra.

I leaned my head back, digging into the couch cushions as Jill worked on my neck, and her hands slid up my sides and around to my back, unclipping my bra.

I was purely caught up in the moment—an intimate moment between Jill and I. One that made my heart flutter and beat out of my chest. Jill made me feel good, and I knew I made her feel good. So when I woke up in the early hours of the morning wrapped tightly in Jill's arm in my bed, I knew I was safe. I knew I was with who I wanted to be with. I knew everything would be okay and that I would be okay. And I was content with that.

So I snuggled impossibly closer to Jill and went back to sleep, though not without placing a kiss on Jill's bare chest.

When I woke up once more, Jill was already awake scrolling through Instagram. She wasn't big on TikTok, even when I told her it was the funniest app on Earth. I shifted slightly, adjusting my head so I could see her phone.

Jill must've realised I was awake and placed a gentle kiss on my head as she liked Kerstin's post from Wednesday's game and switched to TikTok. Kerstin's captions never failed to make me laugh, and this one made me chuckle due to the fact we'd lost on penalties.

Neither Jill nor I spoke during the quiet hours of the morning; both of us simply enjoyed each other's presence before starting our days. Jill had recovery later in the afternoon while I was told to rest and wouldn't be attending PT per Lynn's request. The clouds from last night had dispersed, leaving Manchester as sunny as ever, making today probably a lovely day if you were outside, which I wasn't. Though I wanted to go for a walk later.

"Hey, don't you have PT in a few?" Jill shifted beneath me, making me roll off her and prop myself up on my elbow.

I grimaced, bracing for a scolding. "No, I've actually been demanded to rest and not attend PT today."

Jill raised an eyebrow. "Why?" She questioned slowly.

"I might've been pushing myself too hard and hurt my knee in the process." I pursed my lips, and Jill frowned.