#peraltasames

This is for @peraltasames for the @b99fandomevents fic exchange! I am very sorry this came a day late, I had the fic finished by the deadline but after a quick read through I realized it desperately needed another draft. I would’ve felt horrible if I gave you a fic I felt wasnt good enough even for my standards. I hope it’s worth the wait though! If not, I apologize immensely lol

Prompt 1: jake and amy’s first night back together after the ambulance scene in coral palms pt 3 + fluffy reunion goodness. (I hope this fic is what you asked for maybe not)

Getting Jake through his apartment door in his crutches shouldn’t have been as hard as it was, but through all the giggling and fooling around they were doing, there were more than a couple instances in which he almost fell flat on his face. And that only made things more difficult, his clumsiness making Amy laugh louder and their process all the more sloppy. It also didn’t help that Amy couldn’t let go of him, she wouldn’t let go of him. A hand on his back, his arm, his waist. A kiss to his cheek, or shoulder, or the corner of his mouth. Her touch made Jake’s focus fall flat and she couldn’t be bothered to watch where she was going. At one point, when she shut the door behind him, she accidentally kicked him in his bad leg which released a pained groan through his teeth. His leg was still pretty sore, but the giddiness of being with Amy distracted him enough of it, so that kick served a good reminder. She snorted out a sorry and took a step away from him to keep from further injuring him.

Now that he’s entered the apartment, he takes a moment to soak it all in. It looks exactly like it did when he left it. The only evidence that it’s been kept a bit is that the bed is made and the room doesn’t have the smell of dust he expected. And since he hasn’t fixed his bed since the first few weeks he started dating Amy, he imagines she probably has something to do with it. It feels a little like a dream, to be back to his home after spending so long in that muddy, sweaty, trash town. He’s filled with so much relief he could cry, instead he releases the almost overwhelming emotion through a laugh of disbelief. 

“Do you need help getting changed?” Amy asks, pulling him out of his reverie. She’s already heading toward his drawer where she knows he keeps his pajamas, she’s been especially acquainted with it these past few months. 

“Oh definitely, the painkillers they prescribed me with is messing with my head a little bit, my balance is kind of off and I can’t move it too much,” he says. Amy nods sympathetically and hands him a stack of his pajamas. She uses her newly free hand to anchor herself so she can reach up for a lingering kiss, for no other reason other than she really wants to.

“Let me know when you need help, because I know you can take off your own shirt,” she says.

“Oh, but it’s so much more fun when you do it,” he teases. She rolls her eyes and heads back to his drawer to pull out another shirt of his and a pair of his boxers. She does have her own clothes here, having left some astray from when she would stay over, and even more from when she would tidy up his apartment during the six months he was away. Though she forgoes her own shirts in favor for one of his own, the smell of him overwhelming her senses when she pulls it over her head too hard to resist. She’s pulling her pants off her ankles when Jake speaks again. 

“Alright, uh, I may need your help now,” She turns to see him looking down at his shoes in defeat and waving his good foot to gesture petulantly. It’s so ridiculous she can’t help giggling more exaggerated than necessary. They’ve both been doing that a lot since they were dismissed home. 

“Does it hurt?” She walks over after finishing dressing to get in his view. Jake stills when he sees what she’s chosen to wear for the night. The old NYPD T-shirt of his way too big on her and he’s not that surprised to see the flannel of her chosen shorts peeking out the hem. Not only does she look absolutely adorable, seeing her with his clothes on is a real turn on. A goofy grin forms on his face.

“You look cute,” he purses his lips to ward off a laugh

“Oh my god, stop.” But the laugh bursts from his chest anyway and he lifts his eyes back up to hers. “Answer me, does it hurt?”

“Not that much, but the stitches are really sore.” Amy hums and kneels down in front of him. Maybe Amy should have thought a bit more before doing that an action so easily sexualized, because when she looks up at him he’s looking down at her with a stupid smirk.

“Wow, this has got to be the hottest image I’ve ever seen,” he says with a breathlessness that makes heat well up from the tips of her ears down to her neck, as well as a mischievousness that makes her give him a smack on his good leg with the back of her hand. 

“Shut up, I’m trying to help you,” she says, gently prying his shoe off his sensitive foot, he flinches once but fortunately gets it off without much problem.

“And then after, it’s sexy sexy time?” he asks, rolling his torso and waggling his eyebrows at her. 

“You can barely clothe yourself and you wanna have sex?” She teases, pulling off the second shoe. Soon, Jake knows she’s up to no good when she reaches her fingers to graze the button of his shorts. It’s quickly unbuttoned and he gulps at the flirtatious quirk of the eyebrow she throws his way. She grabs a hold of the zipper and almost too slowly drags it down, her salacious eyes never leaving his to soak up his reaction. The muscles of his abdomen clench when her fingers mischievously, purposefully, glide on his cock as she does so. And she uses the same speed to pull down the shorts until it plops to the floor. 

“There are some other, um, non-strenuous stuff we can do,” he croaks. He originally meant it to be a joke, but now he’s not so sure if it is anymore after that display, and now that Amy’s lightly raking her nails on his thighs. And he hasn’t seen his girlfriend in so long, the slightest thing she does cause the blood from his brain to rush down to where she’s so close to him. During the time where he wasn’t sure when he would see her again, (something inside of him even wondering if he’d ever see her again) the thought of being with her, feeling her, loving her consumed his every thought. And right now, she’s actually here, flesh and blood, teasingly biting her lip at him with grazing hands just going away from where he wants her most. 

“Only if you’re good.” She breaks the spell abruptly when she stands back up, but still presses her lips to his through giggles when she sees the absolutely wrecked look on his face. Before Amy let’s it deepen too much she pulls away, Jake slightly chasing after her lips while she goes. 

“Ames, you can’t just tease me like that, I am a very weak man,” he whines and Amy’s accompanying chuckle is full of mischief and mirth. She stands up straight and sobers up soon after, and readjusts her ponytail while she speaks. 

“Are you tired? Because if you’re not I can bring you some hot chocolate,” she asks him. He is tired, now that the adrenaline of the day is passing he’s starting to feel just how tired he is. He wants to fight it though, wants to make up for so much lost time and hold her in his arms. He can’t do that if he’s nursing a cup of hot chocolate.

“No thanks babe, I’m just going to stay in bed, but I’m holding you to that offer tomorrow morning. All I could find over in Florida was really shitty packet hot chocolate. It was Swiss Miss city Ames!” Maybe they could even make the trip to her favorite Polish place and it’ll be like nothing’s been different the last six months.

Amy nods and helps him scoot back into the bed before crawling in with him. Jake had no other choice but to lay on his back, but Amy took advantage by straddling his waist. He immediately put his hands on her hips and willingly accepts her hundredth kiss today.

“I missed you,” she whispers, her heart feeling a bit constricted with just how much and with just how much joy she’s feeling at no longer having to.

“I missed you too.”

“And I love you… so much,” Amy says. He is hauntingly reminded of that day before he left, and those same words that were exchanged between them before his world fell apart. It sends an ache to his stomach, to where he still isn’t fully convinced that he’s back, and has her back. 

“I love you so much too,” he responds, and he’s sure that his cheeks will eventually pain him if he continues to smile the way he is. 

Both of them still have things to work through, tears still need to be shed and serious conversations still needs to be had eventually. Their six months apart was so hard on them, with truly no contact along with the small fear in the back of their heads that convinced them the other was in danger. They should maybe even call a therapist at this rate. But they weren’t going to deal with that right now, that was a tomorrow issue. Right now they’re living in the bliss of finally being back home and focusing solely on their neediness for each other.

Amy presses her forehead to his as he speaks. 

“Hey, if boxers are technically underwear, are you wearing anything underneath that,” Jake asks, a finger flicking at her waistband. She pulls back enough to look down at him and runs her hands through the stupid frosted tips she’s going to eventually need to address. 

I’m so so late sorry but thank youuuu, I’m so happy you liked them!!! And here’s prompt 33 (even though it only makes a short appearance…), hope you’ll like it <3

23.your favorite cheesy pop song

nsync - tearin’ up my heart

thank you! 💞💞

6. say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

physical: i like the shape of my lips, i think i have a pretty cute smile, and i’m short but i look strong!

non-physical: i am intelligent and if i want to learn about something i will, i am trying to become a better friend and person every day, and i’m a mother-fucking badass who’s gone through some shit honestly but is still out here trying my best ✌🏼

23. favorite piece of clothing?

my oversized nypd-tshirt that my best friend bought me second-hand because it’s what jake and amy would sleep in... I KNOW nypd merch is bad and all that but just let me live okay :( oh and i have a long knitted coat from primark which is super cozy which i looove

29. morning, afternoon or night?

total night owl over here! who doesn’t really sleep in either so basically i’m just always sleep-deprived