Jacksepticeye Imagines

Kitty

I reread my stories and now I think they're absolute shit. Yeah.

I got out of the warm embrace of Sean's arms and into the freezing cold room. The morning air that was flowing into it from outside, consisted of tiny icicles (or so it seemed to me.)

I put on my bathrobe and stood near the window. The sky was bluish-grey as always. I smiled. It's really easy to get used to this kind of weather and start to like it. It's somewhat like a strict mother - mostly grim, self-contained and cold, but welcoming and nice at times. That was a weird comparison. That's the Irish air, not my fault. I turned around.

"Goommornin'," mumbled Sean, rubbing his eyes. His sleepy voice made me smile.

"Morning, sunshine," I sat myself down onto the bed. "How'd you sleep?"

"Were you that drunk last night you don't remember?" Sean's mouth pulled into a smirk.

"Oh I don't know, maybe you're the type who sleeps well after sex," I shrugged.

Sean laughed. He was like a fireplace in the room. He looked at me lovingly. We sat in silence for a minute. Sean's hand was big, warm and dry, contrary to mine - small, pale and freezing.

"I love you. Last night was amazing." He said, smiling again.

"Was I enough?" I asked, a little perturbed by his words.

"You were fucking awesome." Sean nodded.

In that moment I didn't need anything more. I didn't care about the cold air. I didn't care about the slowly approaching work starting time. I only cared about Sean's warm hand, about his deep blue loving eyes. Ugh, I'm hopelessly in love.

"Hey, by the way," Sean squirmed upon moving his torso,"can you look atmy back? It hurts like ol' balls."

He turned over and rested his head on his arms. Long reddish marks were going across his back. In pairs. Nail marks.

"Uhh, Sean, I might've... uhh..." I hesitated to tell him.

"What? What did you do?" Sean mumbled uncomprehendingly.

And then it hit him.

"Ohh, goddamit."

I laughed. Sean squirmed again.

"Hey, why the hell are you laughing? It hurts!"

I ran my fingers across the scratch marks. They were a nice reminder of last night. A reminder of action, love and great passion. My insecurities subsided. And I think Sean's did, too.

"I guess you were good last night," I smiled.

"Thanks, kitty."