Jonah x Corbyn
Requested by @Llama_Blama
a/n: Sorry this was supposed to be light and fluffy, but it got a bit deep. Sorry! Still hope you enjoy... :D
Jonah's POV
It's saturday morning and i'm still in bed, which is unusual because I almost always get up early to make coffee. But this morning Corbyn and I are still laying in our bed, covered in a navy comforter, wearing onesies. Our bed sits right next to a window, and the cold winter air breathes into the room. Cowering from the cold, I snuggle closer to Corbyn, who looks adorable in his bear onesie. The little ears poke up from the hood and and fuzzy brown fur makes Corbyn look a little bit like an actual bear cub.
Looking up from his burrow in the covers, Corbyn stares into my eyes.
"Morning Jo." Smiling slightly, he reaches up and tugs my dinosaur onesie's horns. Then he pecks my lips and asks, "Hey jo, can we watch some cartoons?" I can't say no to his cute face, so I turn on Bugs Bunny.
I'm not interested in watching t.v, so I turn and pull Corbyn closer to me. I snuggle into his chest and wrap my legs around him. Turning on my phone, I pull up a website called Wattpad, and look up some Jorbyn fanfics. I know, it seems weird to read about yourself, but I've found them strangely addictive. I pull up one about Corbyn and I at the beach. This one is based off of our song, In Too Deep. The friendship depicted in it is so much like the one in real life, I can't help but become emotional. Sometimes I take our friendship and romantic relationship for granted, and it's moments like these that remind me of how much he means to me.
"I love you Bean," I mumble into his chest. I hear his heart beating, steady and constant, showing me that he's here. It takes a moment for Corbyn to respond, but when he does, I hear the emotion in his voice.
"I love you to JoJo." Turning off the T.V, he turns to me and kisses me on the lips. I know he's showing me, without words, how much I mean to him. By returning the kiss, I tell him that I need him and that he means the world to me.
For the rest of the morning, we sit in silence, hugging and enjoying each others company. After about an hour, I see that Corbyn's gone back to sleep. Feeling lazy as well, I lay next to him and admire his face. I take note of his pointed nose and high cheekbones. Recently I watched a show where children had to describe their parents faces to a sketch artist. Most of the kids couldn't accurately describe how their parents look. Since then I've been paying more attention to how people look, especially Corbyn. Right now I especially notice how his lips look in the dim winter lighting. Perfectly heart-shaped, I just want to softly kiss them and feel his strong jaw-line. As if on cue, his eyes open slightly and he shifts his face towards me. An unspoken understanding settles over us. We kiss. It's passionate, but not rough. His soft lips show me his love and affection and his will to stay by me. From the outside looking in, this wouldn't seem like a big moment, but to us, this is something we'll remember forever. The warmth of each others' body's, the soft rustle of the sheets, and the love in the air.
