ongoing jarah oneshots from outer banks!

only soul who can tell which smiles i'm faking

note: hi angels, merry christmas eve to those who celebrate!! i'm back home from college and have time to write finally :) i hope everyone wished maddie the happiest birthday and celebrated her like the star she is!! the wrap on friday was a lot for all of us, so i'm trying to bring some light to the fandom in all of the sadness :(  there's a little bit of spice in here, so if that's not for you, you might want to skip this update. i hope everyone enjoys this little oneshot for some christmas cheer!

It was a few days after Thanksgiving; John B and Sarah had put away all of the fall decorations and were officially ready to start decorating the Chateau for Christmas. It was their last Christmas as a family of two, and they planned to enjoy one another's company. The sun shined into their bedroom; the blinds higher than they should have been to keep the light out. Sarah groaned, rolling over onto her side as she met John B's sleeping face. 

Shifting her body completely onto her side, she watched him, her gaze tracing the curve of his cheeks, his lips, and the line of his freckles displayed across his face. She could tell he was still deep in his slumber, as his breathing pattern remained slow and steady. "My baby.." She whispered, scrunching up her face as she felt their daughter kick between them. "Hey, hun..let's not kick my rib cage.." She giggled, rubbing her hand across her belly to steady herself. The shuffling had stirred John B from his slumber, and his eyes fluttered open before he could process much.

"Hi pretty girl..." John B whispered, his eyes opening and closing as they adjusted to the light in their bedroom. His hand instinctively made its way between them as he settled against her belly. "How are my girls, mama?" He asked, feeling the baby kick hard against his palm. Sarah's face crinkled as she shook her head slowly. "Hey hunny, let's stop kicking mommy.." He whispered, level with her belly as he placed a soft kiss against her skin. "Mmm.." Sarah hummed, gently pulling John B back up to her. Her lips were pouting, and he knew exactly what she wanted. Closing the gap, his lips fell against hers in a slow rhythm they knew all too well.

Humming into the kiss, John B held the under part of her chin, breathing her in softly. Her hands found their way into his curls, gripping as her lips moved against his. The kiss was deepening quickly; John B ran his thumb along her jawline and caressed her skin as her tongue begged for entrance. Happily granting her some, he could tell what she wanted. She didn't have to say it, but a part of him wanted to hear her ask. Pulling away, John B whispered between them. "Hey, baby..tell me what you want." He whispered, his breath hot on her plump lips, only fueling the desire she could feel brewing inside her. "You know.." Humming into another kiss, she held his face in her hands as she brought him in closer, as if that was even possible at this point.

He could tell she needed him, and he was happy to help out his perfect wife. Knowing that, he was determined to take his time with her. "My love..hey hey..let's savor this." He reminded her, feeling Sarah's desperate kisses trying to pull him in, as if he'd leave if she let go. Pulling her shirt up gently, his hands cradled her belly, rubbing the soft skin there. Lifting up her shirt further, he exposed her, her back arching off of the mattress in need of him. With her swollen breasts now exposed, his hands made their way up to them. She gasped gently as he made contact with her, trying to push her body back into the mattress to keep her grounded. "John B..don't tease.." She breathed out, her eyes closing as his hands caressed her. His thumbs ran along the curves of her breasts, her nipples hardening at his gentle touch. Sarah let out a low moan, her hips jerking as his face made its way in front of her.

"Look at how beautiful you are my love.." He whispered against her skin, her cheeks warming at his compliment, but eager for him to speed this process up. John B never wanted to rush the foreplay, he was always one to savor every inch of her, and as much as she wanted to complain, she loved every part of it. His lips finally enveloped her right breast, his tongue flicking gently against her nipple. "Oh.." She moaned, her hands pulling at his curls as her hips jerked. His tongue swirled around her, tugging her nipple gently as her back arched again. "Hey, let's stay still honey. We have to be patient." John B told her, placing a hand on her hips to keep her from moving her hips off of the mattress. "Fuck.." She whispered as he left a trail of wet kisses to make his way to her other breast. "John B.." She moaned softly, trying to stay quiet as she bit her bottom lip, hard.