#lghtyearn

🍒 @lghtyearn / @lghtyear . *      ―    ﴾  𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜  ﴿   :    𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘  𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

"oh, uh . . ." chris is flabbergasted, a slight turn to look behind him as jessica lowers herself to the floor. his hand raises upward to itch the back of his neck -- for little or no reason. "jess, are you -- are you sure?" it hadn't been long since he'd broken things off with ash, &. things were even more splintered. mike had died that night, which left jessica alone. something chris knew in his heart, was the only reason this was even happening. without the loss of michael, the two of them would have never gotten so close. she would never want him like this. &. something about that hurts.

🍒 @lghtyearn / @lghtyear . *      ―    ﴾  𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜  ﴿   :    𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘  𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

"oh -- well hello there, sailor." mike says, head hanging. his hands instinctively raising to jess's hips as he falls into an easy grin. he relaxes even further into the sofa cushions. his legs spreading. an action so familiar it may almost be shameful, though now there's nobody else who can take up this coveted spot. nobody other than jessica, that is. priorities straight after that night of horrors they've all experienced.

" -- &. to what do i owe this dubious pleasure?" he asks, his thumbs smoothing out over her denim-clad legs. "oh . . . so we're teasing today, are we? okay. i can handle that." he can roll with the punches. well proven at this point. he's all for stretching things out as long as he needs to.