A/N: third person, because why not?
//request, but i would've written part two anyway.
Three days later.
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Breathtaking chocolate eyes held mine. His kissable lips parted haltingly to reveal three simple words that made my heart skip a single beat. A small, cute smile dimpled the corner of his mouth. I could feel our fingers intertwine automatically - his touch was warm and soothing. My mind began to buzz rapidly, trying its best to process what was happening. I drew in a shallow breath, hoping this was for real this time.
But it wasn't.
I cursed faintly under my breath. I keep doing that. Silently drowning in dramatic, exaggerated scenes, losing contact with the real world. I hope my absence of being awake wasn't too noticeable. As I gained consciousness once again, I began to acknowledge my surroundings.
I was sat on a stool in the kitchen, my elbows propped lazily on the cool, smooth material of the island. JJ was seated in front of me. He paused mid-sentence. No clue what I was even doing here, I felt somewhat uncomfortable to be completely alone with JJ. Concern glittered in his dark eyes as he gazed at me. "Did you say something, Simon?"
Instead of groping my mind desperately for a reasonable enough answer, I found myself thinking about how melodic and heavenly my name sounded in his recognisable voice. He fluttered his eyelashes, waiting patiently for an answer. "I, ummm... No, nothing," I stammered awkwardly.
JJ raised a brow. "Are you feeling alright? You've been acting dodgy lately; not like the normal Simon I know," he murmured, his captivating gaze searching mine for any hints as to what was wrong. I only shrugged, my eyes flickering away from his intense stare.
The atmosphere in the room was flooded with the flaring brown intensity of JJ's scrutiny. "I'm just tired," I answered firmly, folding my arms on the table. JJ let out a small sigh of understanding, his look retaining its soft brown colour. "Alright, then. Sorry for interrogating you, I'm just worried... You mean a lot to me, y'know?"
I could feel myself relax at his soothing, meaningful words. Unwillingly, my cheeks flushed a light pink colour which was too obvious not to notice; but I wasn't thinking of that. I didn't try to hide it - there was no point anymore.
I was engrossed in every single thing I adored about JJ. From the way he simply grinned to the way the bright light hit his dark skin, highlighting his biceps. I loved the way he cared so much for me almost to the point where he was just being overprotective. Every little feature of him that made me feel blessed. It seemed so simple, but to me, it was complex.
I nodded back, a simper slowly spreading across my face as I recalled his brief speech. "It's fine. You mean a lot to me too." JJ smiled back, the brown depths of his glance lighting up a little at my words. "What were you thinking about?" His voice was lowered into a slight whisper. A pair of chestnut eyes bored into my skin, oblivious as to how uncomfortable his inquire made me feel.
A short, empty silence filled the air once again. I looked away from him, studying the sink to my left. Unwashed plates and cutlery were messily piled up beside it, forgotten and abandoned from our carefree laziness. I closed my eyes for a heartbeat, heaving an inaudible, solemn respire of defeat. "You. I was thinking of you."
I returned my gaze back to him. JJ stared back steadily; speechless, before he sighed softly, his head tilted slightly with puzzlement. "Define 'me.' As in?"
"As in: I was thinking of how good you'd look in my bed."
Immediately, I buried my face in my arms, embarrassment making my face go as red as a cherry, but I hid it instantly. A muffled mutter of profanity escaped my lips. I was unable to look up and into his eyes, refusing to see his reaction. "Shit, no, I didn't mean it like that - fuck!"
JJ chuckled breathily. I couldn't quite figure out if it was a mocking kind of laugh or not. "I think of that too." Hopefulness caressed the feeling of chagrin inside me. I slowly looked up to see JJ beaming widely, as if my utter mistake sparked some form of euphoria between us.
The short, accidental outburst of confidence from a minute ago soon flooded back to me. I sat up straight, smirking. "How often?" JJ shrugged. We exchanged sly glances. "Occasionally..." He answered, his eyebrows lifted in amusement to how the erratic pattern of conversation had turned from blithe and somewhat awkward to kittenish.
We shared flirty, playful jokes for an endless amount of time, lost in each other's eyes.
"I quite like this side of you," JJ remarked, peaked. "My left, or my right?" He rolled his eyes in sarcastic disappointment at my prodigious one-liner.
At the pestering growl of my stomach, I rose to my feet and padded towards the infamous fridge, opening it to observe its contents closely. Out-of-date leftovers, fruits, vegetables, condiments... "Nothing to eat," I mutter in annoyance, closing the door.
"You can eat me."
Silence.
"Wait, no! Not like that!" JJ gasped, urgently trying to cover up his misconception, despite it being much too late. Now you know how I felt. We both exploded in obnoxiously loud shrieks and howls laughter. JJ toppled over during his caterwauling, collapsing to the floor as a heap of laughing mess, gasping and heaving for a breath. His exaggerated actions made it even more ludicrous to watch.
As our roars of laughter died down, I held out my hand to help JJ up. The embrace of our hands was warm and pacifying. JJ stood up, grinning. That grin converted to a smirk as he pushed me lightly so that I slanted on the island of the kitchen. Our hands were stilled joined in a comforting grasp.
Before I could muster a protest, I noticed the gleam of a foreign feeling in JJ's dusky gaze that travelled down my face slowly, focusing on a particular feature. Promptly, his soft lips connected with mine in a slow, unpredictable movement. I was surprised - in a gleeful way.
His lips were addictive, searching mine for more.
His free hand snaked up my body unhurriedly, reaching the back of my head. His fingers ran through my light-coloured hair, tangled in messy strands as we moved in perfect sync, the kiss deepening and gaining more meaning and passion.
It was a moment that was too limited for my liking.
They collided as quickly as they broke apart, urgent and heated.
Soon enough the dirty dishes yet to be washed and my empty stomach was forgotten.
At last, my dreams had become a reality.
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Shit. That might be my longest one so far.
Took some time, but I actually really enjoyed writing this! As always, cheers for all the generous support you guys have been giving me. This is my fourth update in two days! What an accomplishment, that is mostly because of your constant support, which is another reason why I love writing so much. If you guys didn't enjoy what I'm doing, I wouldn't either.
Love you! <3
