The Laughing Touch (Jimmy Fallon Fanfic)

Chapter 41

We can all wish for that cover..😒 let a falpal dream!

A Rolling Stone magazine sits on the coffee table as I walk up to it. Our issue!

The Tonight Show host and his hostess. Is in white bold to the left, picture of Jimmy and I naked from the waist up. My forehead inches from his chin and my eyes closed. His arm under mine and hiding side boob with our stomachs pressed together. Jimmy's head is slightly turned toward the camera and his eyes closed. The black background makes it sexy and dark, and us sharp.

I open to the article, the picture of Jimmy and I standing at a stove, pretending to make breakfast. My hand at his jaw and I'm smiling at him as he looks down at me. One of his hands at my hip and the other holding a spatula at the pan. I'm wearing a flannel with my hair up in a messy bun. Jimmy's in a navy blue shirt and plaid bottoms. His hair is messy and he didn't shave for this shoot.

Fallon and his girlfriend(Hughes) make breakfast together every morning before they head to work. Music plays from the speakers behind them as they sing along.

'We mainly listen to The Stones, since they're both our favorite band. Just crank it up and hold your girl while you two sing along. Nothing sounds like a better morning to me.' Fallon smiles at his girlfriend as she lays her feet on his lap.

"Our parents won't like it, but I do." Arms wrap around me and a kiss is placed on my shoulder. Where the hell did he come from?! "I also like that they include your parts in the article. Like when you talked and made snarky remarks."

"Well I do help with the show, babe." I smile to myself. "And you guys did win an Emmy last September."

He nods. "Mhmm." He kisses my neck.

"But I love it." I smile at it. "Are you going to show it on the show?"

He laughs. "Probably not."

"Why? Look how good you look, baby! If we weren't dating, I'd die over this. We are dating and I'm still very much dying over it!"

Within seconds I'm lifted off my feet and smack against Jimmy's chest as he drops us on the couch. "Why?" His arms tighten around my waist. Sometimes he's a little self conscience.

"Why?! You have the perfect body to go along with your porcelain flawless face. You literally look fake."

"Yeah, so do you!"

"Not even.. But I do love this picture of you. You little sex God." I run my hand through his dark hair.

His hands dance up and down my thighs as I flip through the magazine. He kisses my shoulder. "I kinda want to go shopping. Come with me, baby."

I force myself up and grabs his hands. "Don't have to tell me twice!" I smile and pull him up.

Walking down Soho with my cute boyfriend, in the middle of February and snow floating around us. As much as I can't stand the cold, New York in the winter in my favorite. One of the reasons why I stayed here and never moved out of state after or for college. Also the fact that you have great food everywhere you turn here. Even if I'm not truly from the city, its home. I've lived here enough to call it my home.

"Hey!" I laugh and hold my jacket closed. I'm spun around, the toes of my shoes spinning on the icy ground.

"Mm?" Jimmy brings me to his chest and holds me close. I love this man in layers. He wears them so well and so perfectly warm.

I giggle and look up. "I'm going to fall.."

"I'm always here to catch you, Penn.." His hands slip into my back pockets.