john carter x almost gf!reader
wc: 602
hi hi i said i would post a wip so here's my wip. incredibly self ship coded obviously. but yk early mornings with that pretty doctor boy. but you're not together but you're not just friends..it's complicated as most things with him are.
this was not her bed. it was her—well she wouldn’t say her boyfriend, but friend seems a little less than what they are. i mean they haven’t really labeled anything yet and she knows it’s because he doesn’t want to rush her. she wants to take it slow and just “let it happen” and if he had it his way they’d be on their way to gamma’s right now.
but they arent. they’re in his bed and he’s snoring into her neck.
he’s got two arms keeping her in a tight embrace, their legs entangled together underneath the duvet and his face was semi-smushed into her neck, his hair tickling her jawline. her hand is in its usual spot, in his hair, combing her fingers through the much longer locks. growing his hair out was her idea—her plea really, and she was reaping the benefits. she can brush his hair out of his pretty face and gaze at his eyelashes as they flutter while he snores. she's kinda grateful he's still sleeping, a quiet carter was a rare sight.
i mean i guess he wasn't completely quiet, in between snores he mumbles something about pulse ox.
he starts to stir.
his legs are always the first to move as he starts to stretch out, his grip loosens while his hands wander up her body. he takes a sharp inhale and pushes his face closer into her neck and mumbles a muffled, “g’mornin.”
she tilts his head up so she can see his eyes, she planned on getting lost in them later. he’s foiling her plans by keeping them closed..god forbid she wants to stare into her not boyfriends eyes in the morning.
that’s perfectly healthy and normal, and it’s perfectly normal to pout about it.
“you sniffed my neck and said good morning all before opening your eyes.”
eyes still shut he answers, “i have certain priorities.”
she snorts, “yeah like what?”
“like,” he places a kiss on her neck and makes his way up, or really marks his way up to her jaw, making a pit stop just below her ear, “this.”
another kiss at the corner of her mouth and she chases his lips as he gets closer.
“eager.”
#rude
she nods into the kiss and to no one's surprise john keeps talking.
“this is pretty domestic..”
kiss.
“you think?”
kiss.
“yeah for someone who’s not my girlfriend.”
she pauses and presses her lips on a thin line and now the air is thick.. and awkward and he fucked it up.
“i didn’t-i’m sorry i was just..” and he trails off. because he actually doesn’t know what he was just saying he just wishes he never let it leave his mouth.
she starts to get self conscious because well he’s right, she's not his girlfriend and these are girlfriend boyfriend activities. some truly god awful thing is happening she can’t remember why she was so adamant on us taking it slow.
“it’s not awful.”
and she said it out loud great.
“my memory is failing and you're not at all worried.”
he sleepily shakes his head no.
“whatever it takes to get me wrapped around your finger huh,”
“i think it's the other way around.”
"what makes you say that?" she asks as if he doesn't act like he's sewn into her side, her hand has yet to leave his hair and she knows if she moves her hand to the left a little bit lower and scratches he’d probably lean into her hand and his mouth would part.
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