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“it’s four in the afternoon.” you called, leaning against the bedroom doorframe and fondly watching the lump in your sheets. “at this point, i’m considering making the bed around you.”
he groaned, grabbing a pillow, hugging it tightly to his chest, and burying his face in it.
“you’ve been in bed for twelve hours, and i know you slept at least six of those,” you continued, making your way to the bed to stand directly in front of him with your arms crossed sternly over your chest. braced against whatever stunt he was about to pull. “i’m thrilled you’re resting, but if you don’t get up and go eat you’re going to be a monster. and i’m not gonna deal with that today. this is officially a no hangry zone.”
jason sighed, slipping the pillow down just enough for his messy hair and sleepy eyes to poke adorably over the top. “why don’t you come take a nap with me, instead?”
“ja-son,” emphasizing the end of his name in exasperation, “that does absolutely nothing to solve your impending, inevitable case of hangry-itis.”
“but you’re much nicer to hold than this pillow is.” his voice was rumbly and deep and soft, pulling you in like a siren’s song. you knew- he knew, he had to, the smug jerk- that you almost couldn’t say no to him when he did that.
that, combined with the gentle plead in his eyes? how soft and ruffled and comfortable he looked? you didn’t stand a chance.
you raised an eyebrow anyway.
his only reply was a series of innocent blinks, fluttering dark lashes against his cheeks.
and, predictably, maddeningly, you folded like a house of cards.
“fine,” you sighed, “i’ll come lay down if- if, seriously, only if- you go eat something first.”
“deal.” he tossed the pillow at you triumphantly, making you giggle as you caught it and he rolled out of bed. he stretched his hands dramatically to the sky before dropping them to meet your hips. “g'morning,” he mumbled.
“good afternoon, you mean.”
“mhm.” he pulled you forwards, kissing you softly.
you dropped the pillow, hands moving up to rest against his chest and jaw, and you felt him smile against you.
he pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against yours and tracing his thumbs in light, lazy circles just under your shirt.
“hey.” he greeted, the happiness in his voice settling nicely under your ribs and spreading warmth through your chest.
“hey,” you breathed, eyes sliding open a moment later to meet his blue-green gaze. “your eyes are pretty.”
his quiet chuckle danced across your skin. “that’s rich, coming from you. look in the mirror lately?
the warmth in your chest found its way to your cheeks, but you really couldn’t decide if that was because of the comment, the soft, flirty tone in which it had been delivered, or the way he was looking at you like held the world in your hands.
or maybe it was the way his hands felt like they belonged against your skin.
or, maybe, the fact that this delightful, infuriating, magical young man smelled like your favorite lotion.
you figured it was probably safe to blame him, though. it was his fault somehow.
"you’re adorable.”
you flicked his shoulder, scrunching your nose at him. “and you’re exhausting. go eat.”
he groaned, dropping his head backwards as he theatrically fell away from you to clutch his heart. “fine, i can tell when i’m not wanted! banished to the kitchen, like a lowly criminal!”
“yep.”
“cast away, discarded!”
“uh huh.”
“thrown to the wind!”
“mhm.”
“you wound me, gorgeous, you really do.”
you bit back a grin, nodding solemnly. “go see if last night’s leftovers will mend your broken heart, romeo.”
“oh, did my heart love till now?” he quoted, making no effort to hide his own grin, broad and smug as you realized your error. “forswear it, sight, for I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.”
“oh, for the love of-”
he cut you off by gently scooping up your hand, clutching it to his chest. “if i profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this-”
“jason, i swear-”
the grin smoothed into something softer, warmer, more genuine as he carried on, making your face heat up all over again. “my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.”
“you’re making parting seem like a much, much sweeter sorrow here, lover boy.”
your grumbled protest and dry glare made him laugh, brushing a kiss against your knuckles with a quick wink before disappearing towards the kitchen, leaving you to bury your burning face in your hands.