“Dude, this is romantic as fuck.” for jinx n jay. The Kids™ B)
happy lil promptsprompts tag
It certainly wasn’t intended to be what it turned out to be- but in retrospect, some of the best things never start out as how they end. Happy little mistakes, perhaps? … No, no, that sounded too much like a suburban couple trying to talk about their unplanned child. Ick.Â
Really, it was just cold. And Felicity was feeling a bit… well, childish, as she would put it. Always trying to be the mature one, she supposed. But what else would you call clearing out the front room, pushing tables and chairs and couches away to hang sheets from the ceiling, lights and pillows and blankets and more arranged into the perfect tent?Â
Aside from comforting.Â
Needless to say, Jason was not expecting that from her, when he slid in through a window (”Why do you never use the door?” “This is funner, and it bothers you.” “If you get mud on my walls, so help me-”). Then again, with every day she seemed to be lightening up more and more. Of course there were relapses- recovery wasn’t linear- but…. she was making progress. He was proud of her. And if she felt she could goof off and make a tent fort…Â
After he slid the window shut before he could be told he was letting the cold in, Jason stepped around cautiously, observing the sheet and blanket tent. It was large, looked stable… he was impressed.Â
“Knock knock?” he prompted, unsure of where to enter from. Felicity giggled behind him.
Turning around he was greeted to a cup of tea, still steaming, being handed to him. “I wasn’t in there yet, but the manners are appreciated.” She chuckled.Â
As she pulled aside one blanket to create an opening, Jason eyed all the pillows and blankets- and ah, yes, there were her cats, curled up together in a corner, and some firmer surfaces for the drinks. Nice.
“Yeah, well, I can’t break into this one so easily. What’s the occasion?”
“Nothing, really- though, I was thinking of putting on a movie. Maybe Practical Magic?”Â
“I have…. never heard of it.”Â
“Its good. An abusive boyfriend gets murdered like, three times.”Â
“Well shit, I’m sold. You know the way to my heart.”Â
The two of them settled easily, with her laptop adjusted so they could lay in the nest of cushions, pillows and blankets on the floor, Felicity tucked under his arm and using him as a pillow while the movie started.Â
After a moment, she shifted to press a soft kiss to his lips before settling back into warmth and comfort. For a moment, he was at a loss for words, before cracking a grin.Â
“Dude… this is romantic as fuck.”Â
They can’t help but laugh at that.
