A Hundred Ways To Say 'I Love You'

The First Way

AN: Hello! I am rather new to The Royals fandom but I binge watched it about two months ago and got hooked instantly, I was especially drawn to the pairing of the Princess and her Bodyguard. So, here I am, filling my need for more Jeleanor/Jaspenor with my own fanfiction.

"Pull over. Let me drive for a while."

Eleanor is enjoying herself in the passenger seat, it's quiet, eerily quiet but she has a nice view. A very nice view indeed. Jasper. Oh, Jasper. He is ever so tall and handsome, he gets under her skin, he doesn't take any of her shit, he infuriates her but she couldn't be happier to have him in her life. Even if she doesn't say such things to him. 'God,' Eleanor thought to herself. 'He'd never fucking let me live it down if he knew.'

He can see her watching him out of the corner of his eye, it does something to him and that, well that really fucking confuses him. Eleanor, well, she's a god damn Princess and he's just, he's just Jasper from Las Vegas. He shouldn't be thinking about her as often he does, or in the way that he does, he's not the kind of guy who gets to end up with the Princess, he's the kind of guy who fucks the Princess before she meets the guy she'll end up with. That's what he tells himself but sometimes he just pretends. He pretends that, maybe, just maybe, he has a shot.

"God, Jasper," Eleanor groans. "How much fucking longer til we get there?"

Jasper doesn't even glance in her direction as he speaks, something which leaves her feeling somewhat disappointed. "A couple more hours Princess."

"Ugh."

Seeing Eleanor this way is highly amusing for Jasper. He can't suppress his laugh, he really can't help himself. "Well, your highness, YOU are the one who wanted to be certain to have some peace, some time to yourself away from dozens of paps, so here I am, driving, taking an extremely long route."

Eleanor rolls her eyes. "It didn't take much convincing if I remember rightly, bodyguard."

Jasper smiles. "No," he replies. "No it didn't, Princess."

He yawns again and Eleanor suddenly has this strange feeling, she feels the need to, to take care of him. She feels genuinely concerned for his wellbeing and the thought fucking terrifies her because, well, she's the Princess, she doesn't get attached... It just doesn't happen. Yet here, right beside her, is a fake British bodyguard from Las Vegas and she feels like a teenage girl again, when she first began to crush on Beck. But this, this was different somehow and that only terrified her more.
"Jasper," Eleanor says quietly. "You must be exhausted. Pull over. Let me drive for a while."

He takes one hand off the steering wheel, so he can place it on top of hers though he waits a second before squeezing it gently. "I'm okay Eleanor, besides... Do you even know how to drive?"

Eleanor pulls her hand away from his hand quickly but she isn't as angry as she pretends to be and he knows it, the god damn cocky smirk on his face confirms that for her. "I'll have you know, Jasper from Las Vegas, that I can drive. Sort of."

Jasper laughs and Eleanor thinks it's a beautiful sound. "Whatever you say, Princess. Whatever you say."