@captm said: ❛ tender . kiss my muse on the [ nose ] .
jessica pulls an arm up overhead & extends her limbs as far as they’ll go. one foot kicks out from under the top sheet, exposed up to the hip. a pleasant, sweet ache travels through her legs, lingering from the first real challenge that she’s had in as long as she can remember. her hair is a dark, wild mess atop her head, shifted against the pillow.
when she cracks an eye, a canary-eating grin slinks across the push of her bee-stung lips.
❛ lucky there’s no headboard. ❜ jessica’s tone is already sharp, whip-cracked despite the early hour. ❛ but I think we gave the box springs a run for their money. ❜ his side of the bed is empty already, the shape of him still shaded into the duvet & nestled into the pillow. the coffee maker chokes out a sputtering gasp in the kitchen nook & she can smell the too-familiar singe of toast, practically hear the sizzle of eggs in the pan.
❛ toaster’s a piece of shit, ❜ she announces as he balances two plates & mugs hooked through his fingers, standing in the doorframe. jessica rakes her hands back through the wild thicket of her hair, smirk on full display. ❛ breakfast in bed? i must really have made an impression, ❜ she adds, cheeky, chin tilted up like a challenge. he bends to drop a soft kiss on her nose, somehow miraculously keeping all the plates & cups aloft.
jessica plucks a triangle of bread off the tray & crunches into it, folding one lanky elbow out behind her. she ignores the way the press of his lips makes something inside her loosen & flutter, instead choosing to pair it with another jab. ❛ ----- careful or you’ll make me think you wanna do this again sometime. ❜