#jesset

Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

Rocket stretched out on the couch, propping her feet on Jesse’s lap. As he absentmindedly stroked her calves, she sat up, kissing his cheek. “You feel like home to me,” she said simply, almost matter-of-fact-ly. She rested her head in the crook of his neck, sighing. “I can think of at least four times that I fell in love with you.”

“The first time was on our first date. Or well, after, actually. Remember when I texted you at two in the morning to see if you were still awake? You were, and we walked around town until the sun rose. We didn’t talk much, but somehow it was the first time I fell in love with you.”

“The second was that time we tried baking those brownies together. God, my kitchen was covered in the flour and cocoa powder after that. Good thing it was early and we quickly learned that baking together was a bad idea,” she said with a laugh, shaking her head. She held up three fingers. “The third time I fell in love with you was my favorite. I’m still not sure what it was about that night, but for the time in my life I finally felt alive. Because before you, I wasn’t. It was that night we stayed up all night just talking. We talked about our dreams, our lives before each other, and how we hoped our lives would turn into. I’m so happy with how mine is turning out. Are you?”

She laid back down with a blissful sigh. “The fourth was when we made love the first time. It wasn’t fucking, like we had been. No, it was different for some reason. Maybe because for once we were paying attention to what we wanted, instead of me just bending over for you. Don’t get me wrong, I have fantastic orgasms like that but...when we’re actually directing each other? God damn,” she muttered, shaking her head again.