Sugar, Baby?

Trippin' on the floor

(SURPRISE!! Please read the A/N at the end for more details.

Chapter title is taken from Little Mix's Love Drunk.

Also Ik I use this chapter pic like... all the time (in my other stories, mind you), but it's one of my fav pics of them EVER, so🤷🏼‍♀️

Oh, quick "warning"- this chapter is like pg-13. No smut, but a lil' saucy. Just a heads up!

Enjoy!✨)

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We get back to our room without encountering any issue, or anyone, really. We're stopped in the hall on the first floor by a 15 year old on her way to the pool who fangirls over Jesy and wants nothing more than a hug and a quick photo, which I happily take of them. She's very polite and wishes us a good night, and the whole encounter is pleasant, really.

     "You've got pretty good fans, generally," I say once we enter the elevator, the doors sliding shut.

     "Yeah, most of them are quite considerate. I'm grateful," she says, slipping her hand into mine.

     I press a kiss to her cheek, soft and slow, before laying my head on her shoulder.

     She sighs in reply, gripping my hand just a little tighter.

     We walk back to the room hand in hand, Jesy swiping her card over the reader to let us in once we arrive.

     This room is on the top floor, and different from the one we were in earlier, I'm pretty sure.

     "Jes, is this... this is a different room than before?" I say, though it sounds more like a question than a statement.

     "Very observant," she says with a funny face, clearly making fun of me. "I asked them to move us once I learned Jade had a hot tub in her room. Is that alright?"

     "Wait, does that mean we have a hot tub too?" I ask excitedly, jumping up in the air and running to go find it.

     I turn the corner and there it is, right in front of a fake fire place.

     "Yes!" I chant, running back to Jesy to drag her over to see it too. "Come look!"

     She just laughs, following along behind me.

     "Can we get in it now?" I beg, already thinking of how nice the hot water and warm jets will feel on my sore back. All this plane travel is giving me bad posture, I think.

     "Sure, sure," Jesy says with a grin. "Let me throw my phone on the charger, and then we can hop in."

     She ducks into the bedroom for a second and then re-emerges, phoneless.

     I hear music start to play a couple moments later, and she seems just as surprised as I do.

     "I didn't realize the charging port was a docking station as well," she says.

     "What is this?" I ask, the music sounding simultaneously familiar and foreign.

     "Debussy's Suite Bergamasque I: Prélude," she rattles off easily.

     I look at her, both shocked and impressed. I never would've pegged Jes as a classical girl. Her favorite song right now is the one Kanye did with Lil' Pump.

     "Do you... listen to this often?" I ask, eyebrows still furrowed.

     She walks over close to me and presses a kiss to the furrow, making me smile that sort of gooey smile that only she can make appear.