𝕽ushed hands, soft touches and hungry kisses lead her down on her bed, her dress coming off in an instant.
She feels sublime, she feels unnerved, she feels awakened, alive and everything between the lines of so so enthralled.
It's like she's been put under a spell by the sensation of his lips on hers, his lips touching and kissing and caressing and worshipping her skin like she is all he's ever known.
Oh, how she wishes that were true.
His mouth is soft against her skin, a coaxed melody escaping her lips as his lips trail down to her shoulder, nipping and touching and cherishing the taste of her warm body.
She's quick to bully that shirt off his head, a laugh sounding from his throat when she pokes his ribs for the millionth time so that she can just touch and feel him on top of her.
"I know I don't say it enough but . . . .", he places a sloppy kiss by the corner of her mouth, her fingers dancing over the skin of his back arising goosebumps as they trail down.
"You're so fucking gorgeous".
Her breath gets caught in her throat at the intensity in his voice, at the way he whispers the words so loud against her cheek as if the relief of being parted with them could never have felt better.
June hums bringing her hand up to the nape of his neck, brushing his soft hair as she tilts her head back to accommodate his lips against her neck.
"You're already in bed with me, there's no need for flattery, Jack".
With a scoff, he pulls back to look at her, really look at her and his face drops when he realises she's serious.
"June", he frowns shaking his head at the idea of her thinking she's not beautiful to him.
Is that what he's been like to her? That cruel? That dishonest?
"You are gorgeous. You're beautiful, genuinely and I'm so so fucking sorry I've made you feel otherwise. You're . . .", he gulps tucking her hair behind her ear, his touch once again throwing her off course, "you're my favourite person to spend time with. You're stunning and fun, and . . . so so amazing".
She's scared to blink in fear of such an innocent action completely disintegrating the moment, bringing her back to a different reality — a tortuous one.
Is this actually happening? — the words rest on the tip of her tongue but she swallows them, instead pulling him down to her and opening her mouth to him, opening herself to him, letting him come in and leave a scathing mark on her.
The reality of what the next morning brings with it is frustrating, a miniscule part of her is shaking at the prospect of facing the consequences of her actions tonight but there's no going back, there hasn't been for a while now.
Especially now that she can feel him, him with all his warm whiskey scented breath, him with his face buried into her neck breathing in her scent, him with his euphoric movements that elicit the sweetest moans from her lips, his own chanting of her name breathed out right into her ear as they feel themselves unravel right here right now.
Tomorrow be damned because right now all she really needs is those lips and this feeling that he's gifted her with.
— && —
Jack knows she likes coffee.
Vanilla coffee with two sugars, to be precise. And he knows she has at least two jars in one of her kitchen cabinets.
So, he decided he'd be nice and prepare some coffee to dampen the inevitable shouts he'll be forced to hear when she realises what they did last night and tracks it all down to him asking if he could kiss her.
That was the plan until he ended up in the kitchen with the coffee maker full of all ingredients except the powdered coffee.
Because he cannot find the powdered coffee.
He grumbles shutting yet another cabinet when he comes up empty handed in his search for the jars a record fourth time and leans back on the counter, keeping his gaze focused on the drawers up ahead while he ponders over where the coffee could be.
"June, it's too early—what".
Jumping up from his place against the kitchen island, Jack quickly turns on his heels only to find Emma standing gaping by the kitchen entrance.
Her eyes slowly trail down his face, taking in his bare upper body and the very very minimalistic clothing covering his lower half.
He feels a hot wave of embarrassment wash over him while she stands there, confused and slightly disgusted.
But then again, he really didn't expect anyone other than June to see him in his boxers this morning.
"Get the fuck out of my kitchen", are the first words that greet him as soon as Emma's sharp blue eyes snap back to his miserable sapphire ones.
He rubs the back of his neck, "Uhm, I just wanted to know where the vanilla coffee powder is—".
"No, wait. Just—stop. Shut up. Shut . . . just what. Please tell me June only brought you here to babysit you and you stripped your clothes off in the middle of the night because you're dumb as fuck".
Her voice is pleading but her face . . . . if only looks could kill.
Now tightly gripping the back of his neck, he chuckles embarrassed.
"I know you'd love for me to say that's the truth but", he shrugs, feeling a tiny bit scared when her glares get sharper, "it's not", he laughs out another embarrassed laugh.
He watches her take a deep intake of breath, wringing out her wrists as if she's preparing to cool down before a heated argument.
"Are you the reason for the sounds I heard last night?", she asks trying to seem composed.
Jack has never wanted to dissolve into the ground more.
"Yeah", he answers meekly observing her reaction.
"I don't even wanna talk about this", Emma closes her eyes, shaking her head, "The coffee is for June?", she thankfully changes the topic and looks around the space, anywhere but at his half naked form.
"Yeah".
"It's in the lower left cabinet. She's too tiny for the upper ones".
A small smile twists up the corner of his lips and he gratefully nods, opening up the cabinet and retrieving the used jar from inside.
As he prepares the coffee, he sees Emma in his periphery, sliding around the area whilst she takes some strawberries out of the fridge and settles by the counter.
"You want some?", he asks sparing her a glance.
She tries to tamp down her annoyed expression.
"I like black coffee".
"Oh", he turns back to the coffee machine, grabbing the pale blue mug he's seen June use so many times, "Figures".
"Excuse me?".
"Oh, I . . . ", he pours the coffee concentrating on not spilling because he has a very good idea that that is definitely not something Emma would tolerate.
Especially when it's him who's responsible for the mess.
"I just meant that, I can see you as a black coffee person", he shrugs turning to go back into the room when her words stop in place.
"I'm not religious but right now, I really am praying to a divine presence for your instant disappearance".
He frowns, "Why don't you like me?".
Emma laughs, "Not used to being disliked by women, are you, Hughes?".
"I'm just confused because you're always acting like I make you miserable".
"I'm not acting. You do make me miserable. Now go away, I'm not used to dealing with your . . . ", she shudders throwing a quick glance down his body, "species this early in the morning".
Anyone else and he would've tried to argue but frankly, Emma scares the shit out of him — she just looks like someone who would enjoy killing a man and even get away with it — so he quietly leaves.
What he did not at all expect upon entering June's room was her leaning down all the way to his side of the bed and looking at something on the floor.
The oversized t-shirt she'd evidently pulled on in the middle of the night covers just till the top of her thighs, if she leans any further he's sure he'll be flashed.
So he clears his throat as he shuts the door.
With a yelp, June straightens up on the bed, hazardly pulling her tangled hair behind her ears while she stares up at him, her gaze slowly and painfully trailing down his body.
He coughs shuffling to sit at the foot of the bed, extending the coffee mug in her direction which she accepts with a raised brow.
"Thought I'd make you some coffee".
She sniffs the warmth evaporating from the rim, "Vanilla", she softly admits glancing up to see him nod with a faint smile.
June blows at her drink and takes a small sip allowing Jack to wander back to what he saw when he entered.
"Why were you leaning off the bed?".
She almost chokes on the coffee earning an incredulous glance from the brunet and brings the mug back up to hide her burning cheeks.
"I thought you'd left so I was checking if your clothes were still there on the floor".
He bursts out into a fit of laughter, June's face twisting in embarrassment as she tries to hide her own grin.
"You're so cute", he shakes his head chuckling.
"Is this the only reason you didn't leave?", she bites her lip gesturing to the mug in her hands.
"Yeah, I thought I'd make you coffee for the amazing night we had and then sprint right out of the apartment".
She rolls her eyes, smiling.
"Amazing?".
He grins, nervously rubbing the tip of his nose.
"Yes".
"So you only stayed to inform me that it was amazing?".
"Well", he gulps now getting to why he's still there, next to her, "I wanted to talk too. Also, I didn't wanna be a jerk and just leave like that. I don't do that".
June stares at him wordlessly for a few seconds before placing the mug down on her nightstand.
"Okay, well. Talk".
"Oh", Jack blinks, "Oh, uhm. I . . . .I don't—I don't know about you but I've been, uhm, I had a lot of fun last night".
"I did too", she replies fiddling with the hem of her t-shirt.
"Yeah, so", he clears his throat readying himself to be yelled at for even suggesting it, "how about we . . . don't keep this a one-time thing? I had fun, you had fun and I kinda don't want it to go back to the way it used to be. Back to when I couldn't kiss you".
She looks up at that, considering him.
"What are you trying to say, Jack?".
"We can still be friends but . . with more, y'know? It's completely fine with me if you don't want to, please don't feel pressured. I just thought I'd be . . . . honest about where I stand on this".
Her eyes flitter between his.
"And it would be casual?".
"Uh, yeah".
"Just some fooling around?".
He flinches slightly, "It sounds bad when worded like that".
Her eyebrow perks.
"Isn't that it though?".
"Well", he thinks for a moment, "no, because fooling around would be with someone I'm not exactly close to. You're already a big part of my life".
She looks away, chewing on her bottom lip and staring at the fabric covering her body.
He can almost see the way she's debating it out in her head — only thing is, he has no idea what the arguments are.
Her gaze eventually returns to him, blinking and quietly staring before she exhales shrugging with a small smile.
"Sure. I'm in".
"Really?", he asks, surprised.
"Yeah", June shrugs, "just don't tell anyone though. It's too complicated to explain plus I don't want Luke judging us".
"No, yeah, uhm", he runs a hand through his unkempt hair, "absolutely. Although Emma already knows. She helped me find the coffee".
"Helped you?", June asks skeptically.
He laughs once again at the embarrassing memory.
"Not quite, but yeah. So. She knows. Hope that's not a problem".
"You don't have to worry about Emma".
"I had a feeling you'd say that".
A full-fledged smile stretches across her lips for the first time he's entered the room, and it sort of makes his heart swell realising he's responsible for that addictive happy curve that now graces her oh so delicious lips.
"Now that we've got that out of the way . . . ", she grins leaning up to place her lips on his, a gigantic feeling of comforting warmth washing over him at the sensation of her mouth on his.
This is probably the best idea he's ever had in his entire twenty-two years of life.
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𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲 about last night
𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 perfection oh my god
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𝗹𝗵𝘂𝗴𝗵𝗲𝘀_𝟬𝟲 i think you just cured my hangover
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↳ 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲 i know i'm amazing
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𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 i love love love women
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𝗲𝗺𝗵𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗺𝗮𝗻 definitely had fun it seems
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_𝗮𝗹𝗲𝘅𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲 ur so
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𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 GORGEOUS
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𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗵𝘂𝗴𝗵𝗲𝘀 wow
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↳ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 omg jack look at u commenting like a normal human being
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↳ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @ username ikr first time understanding what he's said
𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 the dress holy shit
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