Everyday is Like a Honeymoon With You

Safehouse Post-Ep

this one i wrote for a prompt i saw one-of-the-dreamers post on tumblr that they wanted written, so i did just that!

enjoy!!

****DISCLAIMER: i don't own the show or characters****

~Cris xoxo

When Jake, Captain Holt and Kevin arrived back at the precinct after their near death experience, the rest of the squad was anxiously awaiting their arrival in the bullpen. The second the three men stepped off the elevator, there was an audible sigh of relief and pure joy spread across the faces of their coworkers.

The men said their hellos and then Kevin and Holt excused themselves into Holt's office to have a private conversation. As the rest of the squad dispersed and got ready to head to Shaw's bar for a celebratory drink, Jake sat down on the corner of Amy's desk as she packed up her bag. "Ames, you okay?" Jake asked her, brushing a loose strand of hair away from her beautiful face. "I'm fine...." She trailed off. "I know that tone...what's bothering you babe?" He asked.

She didn't respond. She got up from her desk chair, took his hand in her own and lead him towards the evidence locker. "Ames, babe, I know we haven't done this in months but, the evidence locker, really babe?" He smiles, and then realizes how tense she looks and his smile fades and he becomes serious. "Ames, what's wrong?" He asks, much more seriously this time. "I am so angry at you for going into that dangerous situation alone." She says, not meeting his gaze fully. He can tell by her tone of voice that she is not truly upset at him, but is rather speaking out of fear of losing him. "Amy, I had no time to wait for backup, Murphy and his men were going to kill Captain Holt." Jake says. "Jake, you could've died in there! Please tell me you were at least wearing a vest?" She pleads.

He averts his gaze to his feet and she knows he wasn't wearing one. "Jacob Peralta!" She raises her voice. "Ames, babe, I am so sorry for making you worry and for being a bit reckless but, I'm here now and I don't plan on leaving your side." He says and steps closer to her. "I love you so much." She says as she pulls him into her for a long, much needed hug and soft kiss. "I love you so much too." He replied and kissed her once more before they broke apart for air and rested their foreheads together.

"Now, how about we go celebrate with our team and then call it an early night and head home for our own celebration." Jake says with a small smirk. "Lead the way, Detective Peralta." Amy smiled. He smiled and linked their arms together, planting one final kiss on her head and leading her out of the evidence room and towards the elevator.

Two hours later, Jake and Amy are making their way around to say goodbye to their friends before calling it a night and heading home. The two had been inseparable all night; Jake always had his arm around her and she was always tucked into his side. When they finished saying their goodbyes, the two left the bar and drove home. Neither one was intoxicated, although Amy was slightly tipsy while Jake had been deemed dd for the night so he hadn't had any alcohol.

When they finally arrived home, both Jake and Amy headed off to get changed for bed. Jake had just finished brushing his teeth and entered into the bedroom to find Amy facing away from his side of the bed. This was unusual because Amy always started out as the big spoon and somewhere in the night their positions would switch.

Jake crawled into bed next to her. "Ames, you good?" He asked, leaning over to kiss the exposed skin of her shoulder. "You could've died....I could've lost you." She says through her tears. He pulls her into his strong arms and kisses the top of her head softly. "Ames, babe, I'm so sorry. I promise I will be more careful. I love you." He says and kisses the top of her head as she soaks his t-shirt with tears. "I love you too. I'm sorry I was so upset. I just couldn't bare the thought of losing you, Jake." She says as she wipes her tears away and snuggles into him deeper. "I love you so much, Amy Santiago." He whispers to her. "And I love you so much, Jake Peralta." She says into his chest as she dozes off peacefully.

His last coherent thought as he let's himself give in to sleep and get lost in the beautiful scent of her hair that is splayed out on his chest is; how did he manage to get so lucky....he had everything he's ever wanted, right there cuddled into him sound asleep.

In the morning, when she wakes up well before him, she can't help but smile at the feeling of waking up in Jake's arms again. She had missed him so much while he was on the op and then he had pulled one of his insane 'Jake likes to think he's in Die Hard' stunts and almost got himself killed. She mentally scolds herself for going back to that thought. He's here, in bed with her and everything is going right again.

She lays there peacefully until he finally begins to wake up about twenty minutes later. "Morning Ames." He smiles groggily and kisses her lips softly yet sloppily because he was still half asleep. "Morning babe." She replies, giving him an equally as sloppy and from there it only intensified in the two's love for each other.

"I love you, Ames." Jake said in a breathy tone.

"I love you, Jake." She replies and joins their lips once more as he pulls her further into his embrace.