Jerome Valeska || OS/SS/I

5. You Gonna Act All Shy?

A/N
Again, filth included.  Same warning as the chapter before.

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The window groans as a cold breeze blows through it; its presence welcome in the roasting tin can you call home. 

Goosebumps prickle your exposed skin, your blanket more or less kicked off your body.

You toss and turn; unable to sleep properly in this summer heat.  You starfish across the bed, in only your long grey tee and pink panties, in the hopes that the breeze will come through again and cool your body.

You must have fallen asleep at some point, your tiredness trumping the heat.  Your conscious woke slightly, your body still tired.  From outside your bedroom, in the small living room just beyond the hall, you heard a loud creak, a few small bumps and clatters, and a few curse words to go along with them.

You remained where you were, hoping sleep would take you again.  You hadn't been sleeping well lately because of the summer heat.

A few minutes later, a small creak alerted you to your bedroom door opening.  No further sounds were heard.

Slowly, you turned on the bed slightly and signalled with your arm; patting the space on the bed beside you.

"C'mon in, Jerome.  It's about time."

After a few shuddered breaths and a few more creaks of complaining floorboards you feel the bed behind you dip as he makes his way into your bed.

You mumbled to him in your half awake state as you grabbed for the thin sheet to throw it over your now slightly chilled legs. 

"Took you long enough.  Where've you been, J?"

You grabbed his hand and dragged it over yourself with what little energy you could muster.

"Sorry, gorgeous.  Took a while for the bītch to go down tonight."

His voice sounded hoarse, like they'd been rowing again, as he entwined his fingers in yours and stroked your hair with his other hand.

You could feel he was half sitting up, staring at you, instead of lying down and dozing off.

You turned around and faced him, blinking away the sleep.  You did indeed find him sitting up, fully dressed, and gazing down at you; various emotions swimming in his eyes.

"Whatcha doing dressed?  C'mon, it's suffocating in here." 

You began grabbing at his shirt, pulling it up in an attempt to help, despite your half asleep state.

"I'll get it, _ _." 

He softly pulled your hands away and removed his shirt.  The moonlight bounced off his pale chest, highlighting the small spattering of red hair that trailed down his abs to the waistband of his jeans.

"Jeans, Jerome.  It's too hot."  You mumbled as you rolled back over, facing away from him.

You felt the bed dip and move as he removed his jeans, his belt clattering against the wall as he threw them across the room.

"Happy now, baby girl?"  He whispered in your ear as he pulled the cover over his legs, pulling you closer to him.

"Mm-hm." 

You snuggled backwards, his warm, comforting chest pressed against your back.

His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tight as he nestled his face in the crook of your neck.