Just you and me {Jessie J}

Chapter Two

Dedicated to Paige, who suggested I write this, hope you enjoy, feedback would be greatly appreciated, so drop a comment :)

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19/06/13

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Her moans still echo in my ears as I lie back down beside her, breathing irregular and ragged. Her cheeks a bright tint of pink, the euphoria still present, I think that means I changed her mind, I think gleefully to myself, the look of pleasure in her eyes floats into my sight, causing me to giggle.

"I'm too tired to do anything now." She whimpers pitifully, jutting out her bottom lip.

I turn to her, "Babe, please," I plead, "what about a film?" I suggest, drawing circles around her bare navel with my fingers, shivering under my touch, she nods.

"How about The Purge? I heard its really good and its got Lena Headey in it!" She exclaims, her eyes dancing with excitement.

"My manager told me about it, she said it was scary." I mumble, shuddering at the thought of it. She chuckles and brings my chin up with her forefinger so out eyes meet, a small smirk pulling at her lips, "I forgot my baby doesn't do well with scary movies."

I huff and turn over but immediately her arms snake around my waist, squeezing tightly, "But, it gives us a good excuse to cuddle." She purrs, nuzzling into my neck. My skin tingles as her hot breath hits my skin, any fear washing away.

"Okay." I concede, lacing my fingers with hers. "Might be a good idea to get up though... I bagsy the shower!" I laugh, wriggling away from her grasp and darting to the bathroom.

"You sway those hips of yours on purpose, little shit." She grumbles under her breath, padding into the bathroom and grabbing her toothbrush. I grin behind the shower curtain, humming quietly to myself as I wash sleep from my sluggish limbs.

"Jessie! Where did you put my straighteners?!" She hollers from the bedroom. Rolling my eyes, I turn off the shower and step out, grabbing a towel as I pass the airing cupboard.

"They're exactly where you-" I begin but she cuts me off by popping up from behind the bed, triumphantly holding the offending appliance in her hand, "My baby," she cooes, "I thought I'd lost you forever."

"God forbid I go missing." I mutter sarcastically, unfortunately, she has very good hearing, so most of the time my sarcasm doesn't go unnoticed.

"Jessica Cornish!" She scolds, "hush your gums." She demands.

"I'm so glad I don't have hair anymore, how long do you spend on yours? A century?" I tease, scowling she turns around to face the mirror.

"You know I feel insecure when my hair isn't straight-"

"Babe, I was only joking, your hair look gorgeous when it's natural or straight, but as long as your happy, I'm happy." I smile reassuringly, she nods but doesn't say a word.

I sigh quietly and throw the towel into the dirty laundry basket, searching through the wardrobe for my favourite patterned leggings and a simple top. Refreshed and dressed, I sit at the vanity and apply a thick line of eyeliner.

"You look insanely cute when you're concentrating, your tongue pops out." She giggles, appearing by my side, her hair falling gracefully just below the middle of her back. Damn, old habits die hard, I think to myself. "C'mere, this sides a little shaky." She murmurs, taking the pencil and gesturing for me to close my eyes, I feel the pencil gently run across my eyelid and flick off, "there." She whispers against my lips, sweetly pressing her lips to mine fleetingly.

"I'm sorry." I apologise earnestly, she smiles and nods, "I don't take your jokes very well in the morning, I'm sorry too."

She slips past me, pulling on some black jeans, a simple blue t-shirt and her beloved white Air-Macs.

"Ready?" She asks, her hand resting on the door, I nod, getting up, grabbing my bag and jacket, following her out into the corridor.

"It's just you and me today, I promise."

She smiles but it doesn't quite reach her eyes, as if she knows something I don't.