vibrant

twenty; black and white

Ophelia yawns, her hand flying up to cover her mouth as she does so. When she's done, she sighs, "Yeah, you like it though."

Ophelia can hear the smirk in Jj's voice, "Sure do," Jj presses a kiss to her shoulder, "Tired?"

"A little."

"Try to sleep," Jj instructs, "I've got'cha."

Ophelia listens, letting her eyes drift closed as Jj kisses the side of her head, a new sense of calm washing over her.

She only stirs slightly when Jj carefully scoops her up, starting to carry her down the dock. She reaches up, winding her arms around his neck and nuzzling her face into his neck as he walks. Eventually, they make it back to the spare room, Jj sets a very sleepy Ophelia down on the mattress, pulling the covers over her before he climbs into the bed himself.

The last thing Ophelia registers is Jj pulling her against his chest, then, she finally falls into a peaceful sleep.

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The next time Ophelia wakes up, the house is eerily quiet. She frowns, taking a second to rub her eyes and grab her glasses from the beside table. She puts them on, combing through her hair with her fingers before finally getting out of bed. She quickly exchanges Jj's sweatshirt for his Pelican Marina t-shirt, tucking it into her shorts and rolling the sleeves slightly.

With a yawn, Ophelia wanders outside, furrowing her brows at the sight of Kiara suspended mid air by a tree, in a large tin bucket. Pope operates the winch, and Jj sits with his feet in the hottub.

"Hey sleepyhead," Jj teases as she steps into view, Ophelia climbs up onto the hot tub's ledge, sitting beside Jj and resting her head on his shoulder as she puts her feet in the warm water, "You want a beer?"

"What? No," Ophelia says, her voice rough and tired, "I just woke up."

"Your point?"

Ignoring his words, Ophelia lifts her head from the boy's shoulder, "What time is it?"

Jj shrugs, "Almost dinner-time I think. You passed out earlier," Ophelia smiles at the memory of he sunrise from earlier in the morning as Jj motions towards Kiara and Pope, "I set up the winch."

"Ophelia, don't listen to him!" Pope calls, an annoyed expression on his face, "He did nothing. What do you think?"

Ophelia shoots Pope a thumbs up as Jj puts his arm around her waist, bringing her closer to him. She rests her head on his shoulder again, still a little tired, "Don't let him put me in the bucket, please."

Jj chuckles, "Don't worry, m'lady, I won't let him mess with 'ya."

"Again, so noble, m'lord."

Jj is about to respond when Pope's voice catches their attention, "How's it feeling?" Pops asks, starting to lower Kiara back to the ground.

"Feels good!" Kiara responds, looking over her shoulder.

Ophelia lifts her head from Jj, looking around the yard for a particular brunette, "Where's John B? He's not back from fishing yet?"

"Nope!" Jj chirps, popping the p on the word, "John B, pulling a Houdini!"

"Yeah, where is he?" Pope wonders, "I have my scholarship interview tomorrow morning, we gotta get this done."

Ophelia's eyes shift to the edge of the yard when she catches movement. Her eyes widen as she sees John B, his jaw set in an angry expression as he stalks towards the Chateau. Ophelia's heart picks up speed, and again, she has a bad feeling.