length: 489 words
warnings: steam, implied sexual intercourse
requested: yes
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Pushing the duvet aside, you eased out of the bed, rubbing the raspberry bruise on the inside of your thigh. You looked to Jamie's sleeping figure before bending down to pick up various pieces of clothing that were scattered haphazardly around the room. Then walking into his bathroom, you gazed into the mirror. There were more marks scattered across your chest and neck and your hair was messy but could be easily saved. After you had pulled it back into a ponytail and slipped your clothes on, you walked back into the room only to find Jamie watching you sleepily.
"Stay with me," he said quietly. "I can make breakfast."
"Jamie," you smiled softly at him.
"I know you said we wouldn't do mornings-"
"And you agreed," you interjected. You had decided to leave at the start to avoid awkwardness and then you slowly fell for Jamie and realised the only way you would be able to cope was if you only had these nights with him and nothing else. You just weren't his type and this was your way of avoiding being heartbroken.
"But I, I think I'm in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me, but I just really want to be with you and have these little moments with you. I want you to wear my jersey to games and to come with me to team events. I want to take you to nice places and have you meet my family. And I'm sorry if this messes everything up but I really really like you and you have to know how I feel."
"Jamie-"
"It's okay if you don't. I understand," he walked slowly towards you.
"No, I do feel the same way," you took his large hands in yours.
"Really?" Jamie's eyes lit up. "Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?"
"Yes and yes," you grinned up at him before placing your arms around his neck. He leaned down, wrapping his arms around your waist, and brushed his lips against yours before kissing you again. Jamie's lips moved against yours in harmony, the two of you gently nipping at each other and then you sucked on his lower lip, pulling a low groan from him. He responded eagerly by nudging your lips open, sliding his tongue against yours, and moving one hand down under the hem of your shirt. The two of you moaned quietly before Jamie's stomach suddenly rumbled and you pulled away.
"You're hungry," you laughed and Jamie blushed deeply. "I'll make you something."
"But I said-"
"Jam, it doesn't take a genius to work out that you kinda suck at cooking."
"Jam?" he smiled down at you.
"That's your new nickname."
"Well it's better than Chubbs," he kissed you gently. "And in my defence, I'm just not good at breakfast foods."
"Whatever you say, bud," you kissed him again.
