#blakexlukas

Jane was working in their garden when she heard the gate open. Peeking around a bush she smiled. "Ello there. Can I help you with something?"

Warmth. It was all she felt, the subtle heat enveloping around her like a quilt blanket would -- ones that got her to sigh contently and snuggle further into the source. But the brunette wasn’t wrapped up in a blanket, instead she was held in a pair of arms. A soft rustle was heard when her head shook, cheek pressing comfortably against his chest before her caramel hues were flickering open, blinking rapidly to adjust herself with the sight. God, it was blinding. The television was still on, with background music faintly playing. It seemed that they fell asleep on the couch together. "The fuck?," Her voice wasn't anything normal, it sounded raspy and soft instead -- a complete, total opposite of her usual, bubbly personality. Her fingers worked delicately at her eyes to wipe away the sleepiness in them, rosy lips gaping open to release a soundless yawn before she snuggled back into the figure beneath her, a humorous chuckle cutting through the comforting silence. Despite being awake, there was no absolute chance that she was letting go her only source of heat, besides than the cashmere sweater she wore. "I hope I'm not killing you with my weight," The words came with a hand smacking gently at Blake's stomach, rubbing his side affectionately afterwards. "But you're the fucking best pillow ever." He might not have heard but it didn't stop the compliment from leaving her, a grin fixed on her features. "And get up, so that you can make me some food." Then, came the cheekiness.