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making things right

You're determined to convince Jon that staying in for the next few days is the best option at hand, but he doesn't seem to be all too thrilled with the thought. Your plan at the moment is to just stay where you are right now, curled up in his lap. Can't get up with you weighing him down, can he?
You shift comfortably as he adjusts his hands atop your shoulderblades, knuckles resting there so he can hold his controller. You watch his character dart about onscreen, the sounds of battle and chaos flowing from the TV across the room. The couch wouldn't be your typical location of choosing, but you can't just carry the console up to your room. Besides, there's no TV in there, anyway.
You yawn softly and roll onto your back, head on the arm of the couch and torso atop his legs, so you can watch his face. He gnaws at his lower lip, concentrated, and you reach up to gently prod his cheek. He turns his head to playfully nip at your fingertip and you smile to yourself, mussing up his hair. You wonder if he'll ever lose interest in the small things you do, shrug you off in frustration instead of reciprocating.
You dread the day.
He glances down at you as your hand falls, interlocking with your other one to rest loosely on your abdomen, a quick, passing look, before the sound of gunfire shoots from the TV speakers and his attention is caught once more.
"You good?"
"Me? Always," you reassure him, choosing to keep your thoughts silent. Your frustration over the whole Cass situation still sparks in the very pit of your stomach, a small flame just barely burning. It makes your insides twist a bit, actually. Jon looks down again when you sigh softly through your nose.
"I sense a lie."
"I'm not lying. I'm just..." You sigh, crossing an arm over your face and shaking your head quietly. "Sorry. It's fine."
You're confused when you hear the game sounds stop, listening to the heavy silence for a moment before a pair of hands are tugging you up into a sitting position, and then Jon's hugging you to his chest. You shut your eyes as he nuzzles into your hair, pressing his lips to your temple and murmuring softly to you.
"I know you're pissed off, Sock. Just talk to me."
You're reluctant, but he prompts the words from your lips with gentle hands running along your side and soft nudges of his nose into your hair.
"I just... I have a really bad feeling about that girl, Jon. Maybe I'm just overthinking or something but..." You twist your upper half to wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder.
"Sock..."
"I'm jealous of everything you two have in common. I'm jealous of the way she looks and the way she can make you smile. I'm jealous of how carelessly she can just toss herself at you. I hate the way she flirts with you - Hell, 'hate' is an understatement. It's infuriating, Jon. The thought of losing you to her is absolutely enraging, okay?"
You hear him sigh heavily in your ear, and he pulls back. You want to fight it, take it all back and apologize, but he places his hands steady and firm on your shoulders. He looks at you and takes a slow breath.
"She has a girlfriend, Sock."
"... What?"
He bites his lower lip. "A girlfriend. She's not trying to take me, she has somebody else."
Your brows furrow in confusion. "... How do I know you're not just telling me this to appease me?"
He sighs and digs in his pocket, pulling out his phone. Flipping through his more recent texts, he turns the phone to face you. Sure enough, there's a picture of Cass with her arms around some girl's waist, lips pressed to her cheek. The text beneath reads 'date night <3'.
"I just found out before we left for the shop. The only reason I told her we were going out was because she told me first."
"Why didn't you tell me?" you ask, feeling your face flaming red.
"I didn't want to bring it up randomly, and I was hoping you'd just be able to trust me. I knew she didn't have that kind of motive, Sock, I just wanted you to listen to me."
You feel immensely ashamed and incredibly stupid. You press your hands to his face for a moment, at a loss for words, before covering your own, ducking your head with a groan.
"Oh my god, I'm so stupid. I'm sorry. Jesus."
You hear his melodic laugh as he wraps his arms around your waist, smushing you close into a hug.
"It's okay, dude. I understand. I'm not mad or anything. I just wish you'd trust me sometimes."
"I do trust you, Jon!" You frown as you rest your hands on his shoulders, looking down as he buries his face in your shirt. "I just don't trust other people... Or myself..."
"I trust you," he argues, peering up at you with a smirk. "And if you trust my judgement, you should probably trust yourself, too."
"'Myself' was just proved horribly wrong," you protest, crossing your arms and fighting your flushed face.
"It's okay. You're kind of cute when you're scarily protective." You scoff and whack his forehead, earning a laugh. He reaches up to pull you down for a soft kiss. You're incredibly relieved all of a sudden, a huge weight gone from your stomach. It's crazy how much better you feel with such a small revelation. You let your hands rest on Jon's face as you deepen the kiss, pulling him close and sighing softly through your nose.
Your face is impossibly redder when you break for a breath, confirmed by Jon's soft laugh as he gazes at your expression. Your semi-heavy breaths fill the silence as he settles back against the couch, looking at you with those goddamned eyes of his, and you just want to kiss him until you can't breathe at all. His fingers curling into your hips remind you of yourself, and you bite softly at your lower lip, your eyes falling to his own. They're twisted in a crooked grin, just slightly puffy from kissing you, and you feel your heart pounding in your chest.
"If I knew getting you jealous would make you kiss me like that, I would've been flirting with every person I passed from the second I stepped off the plane."
You snort at his words and thump him on the temple with the heel of your hand, crossing your arms.
"You're such a dick."
"I'd say 'your dick' but that'd be weird."
You roll your eyes, shifting a bit, before quickly deciding that's not a good idea. In all of your twisting and flailing and yelling and embracing, you've wound up straddling Jon's hips, seated quite completely on his lap. With your knees on either side of him, this isn't exactly the optimal position for an awful lot of shifting.
He seems to notice at about the same time you do, but his smirk just widens as he wiggles his brows. You shake your head firmly, turning your chin up.
"What's that for?" he inquires, sounding amused.
"Because I already know what you're thinking, and the answer is no. I'm feeling way too many emotions right now."
"You can't read my mind! Why are you so quick to shut me down?" His fingers slide up just an inch, beneath your shirt and right above your waistband, making you dizzy when he squeezes your hips ever-so-slightly.
"Because the bruises still haven't even healed!" You tug the bottom of your shirt up, revealing your sides, still lightly stained with a few small, yellowish spots. You feel him flinch beneath you, his hand gently stretching out to rest over them. His touch is cool against your warm skin, making you shiver.
"Sorry..." His hand remains atop the bruises for a moment before wandering to the center of your abdomen, gently ghosting down it. You feel chills running down your spine. His fingertips linger at the end, catching in your waistband before falling to his thigh. His voice sends a spark throughout you.
"... But what if I'm gentle?"
You don't know how you went from feeling so chilled to so hot in just a few minutes, but it's happening and you're certainly not complaining. You shift your gaze to look at his face, but that doesn't help because he's looking at you like you're the best thing he's ever seen, like he's never wanted anything more than to just touch you, just feel you under his fingertips, and you have to inhale sharply to catch your breath when his fingers close around your chin.
You don't say anything, but you give him a small nod as you bite at your lower lip.
He gently pulls your face to his own, lips slow and soft against your own. His other hand moves to your side, fingers trailing up it lightly, and there are so many sensations moving through you that your poor brain can barely keep up.
You inhale softly when he breaks away to rest both hands on your hips, shifting to lay you against the arm of the couch. You feel the leather against the back of your neck, cool and smooth. You can't take your eyes off of him as you feel his body settle between your thighs. His elbows are on the sides of your hips, supporting himself as he presses his lips to your neck. Your head lolls back as a soft sound of contentment falls from your lips. His chuckle breezes across your neck, making you wiggle slightly underneath him. His hands are on your back, pressing you close to himself, and you can swear the room is spinning.
He traces a line of kisses down the column of your throat, so much softer and lighter than anything you've ever felt. When he reaches your collarbone, you feel his hands slide up beneath your shirt, rough skin across your stomach and chest causing your back to arch. You watch in awe as he pushes your shirt up and out of the way, lips brushing across your chest.
Something warm fills you as his small pecks trail down the center of your chest, and despite all of your breathlessness, you feel a soft laugh fall from your mouth at the ticklish sensation of his lips over your stomach. You feel him smile against your skin, nipping you lightly, and you jump before laughing and tangling your fingers in his hair, squirming beneath him.
"You said gentle!"
"I am," he murmurs, voice muffled as his lips move over your hip. You feel pressure as he sucks at the skin for a moment and your eyelids flutter, fingers curling into loose fists in his hair. A sigh flows from you as he lifts his lips away, and you can't help it when your pelvis shifts a bit. You manage to open your eyes, surprised to find him looking up at you, his thumbs rubbing circles over your protruding hipbones.
"You're so cute," he sighs after a moment of silence, and you feel your flustered face darken even more, looking away. His chuckle makes your heart flip. The leather lets out a sound of protest as he shifts up towards you again, pecking your jaw and cheek before turning your face back to his own, stealing a sloppy peck from your mouth. You're smiling dopily against his lips, floating on the high he gives you. Your own personal drug.
You wrap an arm around him as he settles on top of you, still holding some of his weight with his forearms, because god knows he thinks he'd crush you if he just laid down on you. He nuzzles at your ear, pressing his lips to your shoulder.
"Love you," he hums, soft and warm.
"Love you, too," you murmur in return, burying your face in his hair and cherishing the sensation of having him so close.
Everything feels right again.

(note: don't worry i didnt just go and make the whole cass plotline irrelevant!! youll see where it comes into play soon enough B)) i know not much happened in this chapter, but it was getting pretty lengthy, so i decided ill save the action for the next one. i was just really in the mood to write some cuddly, loving babies. i live for fluff haha sorry, hope nobody minds :-)) ive had a lot of free time lately so im trying to get updates done at home and stuff. a few days off from practice does wonders for my productivity. as always, thank you so much for reading ♥️
side note: @pillowofanguish dont worry, ill make good on that promise of lesbians in the next chapter. i didnt forget the girlfriends!!)