Be His Light

Jeff Kisses You (^.*)

You two were sitting on your bed, playing some video games. Jeff was cussing at an online guy for killing him and you were laughing, shooting everyone in the game. He was unhappy that you weren't dying nearly as much as he was so he leaned his shoulder against you, trying to mess you up. You giggled and pushed him away, scooching away a bit and still whooping him at the game.
He reached over and began smashing buttons on your controller, still playing on his. You growled playfully and pushed him over, and shooting him in the game before moving on. He laughed and tackled you to the side as his screen showed him as dead by you. You both laughed like crazy and you pretended to try to escape from him. He was pinning you to the ground, your arms above your head, your legs pinned beneath his. He was taller than you, so your feet reached to the middle of his shins, your toes wiggling as you tried to get away. He held your hands with one of his large ones and began to tickle your sides. You laughed hysterically and he reveled in the sound, happy to please you.
Finally, as tears streamed down your cheeks from laughter, he left you alone, but kept you pinned down. He moved a strand of (H/C) hair from your face and tucked it behind your ear. You blushed at the simple gesture. He seemed deep in thought as he softly touched your cheek, tracing the soft shape.
"A nickel for your thoughts." You whisper, smiling at him. His eyes were dark and stormy, waging a war within himself. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. "Jeff? Are you okay?" You ask him. He doesn't look so sure as he nods, his eyes on your lips.
"(Y/N)...we are friends right?" He asks finally. Misunderstanding him, you nod in disappointment. He sighs. "Yeah....that's what I thought..." He seemed sad. He rolled away from you and you sat up, looking at him with concern. He had his back to you and his hands threaded through his hair. You crept up behind him and touched his shoulder softly. He jerked and turned towards you, his eyes gleaming with insanity.
His large hands framed either side of your face as he crashed his lips down to yours. You were shocked as he kissed you, angrily, heatedly, his lips hard against yours. Your hands went to the back of his neck, tangling in his hair. His hands dropped as he stepped away from you. You reluctantly let go.
Before he left he whispered, "What if I don't want to just be friends with you, (Y/N)?"