Quick note: I didn’t have time to post these Valentine snippets in February because Late Night Calls kind of took over my life. So I’m dropping them now. Better late than never! This one was for @charming-merlin
Warnings: kinda smut, jack being charming
w/c: 349 • ppcu masterlist • taglist form
Jack calls it a Valentine’s drink which apparently means whiskey, two glasses, and you sitting way too damn close on the couch.
“You ain’t gotta dress it up,” he says, giving you that lazy little grin. “I already like what I see.”
You take a sip, cough a bit, and he laughs. Low. Warm. Way too pleased with himself.
“Easy, darlin’,” he murmurs, his hand settling on your thigh like it’s always belonged there. Not rushing. Just there. “You’ll get used to it.”
The movie keeps playing in the background but neither of you is watching it anymore.
His thumbs start circling over your bare chest, slow and distracted, and then his hands close around your breasts, gentle but deliberate, like his mind is already somewhere else.
You lean in, close enough to feel his breath when he speaks.
“Valentine’s ain’t really my thing,” Jack admits quietly. Then he looks at you, eyes darker now. “But you?” That grin comes back. “Yeah. I could make an exception.”
When you kiss him, it’s not fast. It’s slow. Soft. And you can feel every single reaction in his body and yeah… you really like what you’re feeling. He’s hard.
His hands slide from your chest down to your ass and he pulls you in closer, no room left between you, just to make damn sure you feel it. “Happy Valentine’s, sweetheart,” he breathes into your mouth after you purposely grind your hips against his.
“Jack?” You pull back just a little, barely breaking the kiss.
“Hm?” He looks at you.
“You do know this isn’t ending with just a movie, whiskey, and a nice dinner, right?”
Jack just grins. That grin you love on him. “I know. I knew the second you decided to take your clothes off.”
You don’t say anything. You just smile. Because yeah… that was the whole point.
You reach for his belt, unbuckle it, pop the button on his jeans, slow and teasing. And when your hand wraps around him; hard, hot, already ready, you both know neither of you could’ve asked for a better Valentine’s.
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Quick note: I didn’t have time to post these Valentine snippets in February because Late Night Calls kind of took over my life. So I’m dropping them now. Better late than never! This one was for @charming-merlin
Warnings: kinda smut, jack being charming
w/c: 349 • ppcu masterlist • taglist form
Jack calls it a Valentine’s drink which apparently means whiskey, two glasses, and you sitting way too damn close on the couch.
“You ain’t gotta dress it up,” he says, giving you that lazy little grin. “I already like what I see.”
You take a sip, cough a bit, and he laughs. Low. Warm. Way too pleased with himself.
“Easy, darlin’,” he murmurs, his hand settling on your thigh like it’s always belonged there. Not rushing. Just there. “You’ll get used to it.”
The movie keeps playing in the background but neither of you is watching it anymore.
His thumbs start circling over your bare chest, slow and distracted, and then his hands close around your breasts, gentle but deliberate, like his mind is already somewhere else.
You lean in, close enough to feel his breath when he speaks.
“Valentine’s ain’t really my thing,” Jack admits quietly. Then he looks at you, eyes darker now. “But you?” That grin comes back. “Yeah. I could make an exception.”
When you kiss him, it’s not fast. It’s slow. Soft. And you can feel every single reaction in his body and yeah… you really like what you’re feeling. He’s hard.
His hands slide from your chest down to your ass and he pulls you in closer, no room left between you, just to make damn sure you feel it. “Happy Valentine’s, sweetheart,” he breathes into your mouth after you purposely grind your hips against his.
“Jack?” You pull back just a little, barely breaking the kiss.
“Hm?” He looks at you.
“You do know this isn’t ending with just a movie, whiskey, and a nice dinner, right?”
Jack just grins. That grin you love on him. “I know. I knew the second you decided to take your clothes off.”
You don’t say anything. You just smile. Because yeah… that was the whole point.
You reach for his belt, unbuckle it, pop the button on his jeans, slow and teasing. And when your hand wraps around him; hard, hot, already ready, you both know neither of you could’ve asked for a better Valentine’s.
»»—— ⍟ ——««
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Joel’s been quiet all morning. Not the heavy kind of quiet. Just… Joel being Joel.
You find him at the table with a mug of coffee that’s already gone cold, sleeves rolled, hands a little rough from whatever he was fixing in the shed earlier.
“You been up long?” you ask.
“Couple hours,” he mutters.
Of course he has. There’s always something to do. Fence to fix. Wood to split. Something broken that somehow becomes his problem.
You step behind him and rest your chin on his shoulder.
Joel glances up at you over the rim of the mug. “Morning,” he says.
Your hand slips down his arm, fingers brushing over the rough calluses in his palm. “You’re gonna work all day again, aren’t you?”
“Probably.”
“You ever take a day off?”
He snorts quietly. “You seen this place?”
You smile and press a small kiss against the side of his neck.
Joel freezes for half a second, like he still isn’t used to it even after all this time. Then his hand reaches back, finding yours automatically. His thumb rubs slow circles over your knuckles. “You sleep alright?” he asks.
“Better when you’re there.”
That makes him glance at you again. Soft.
Joel sets the mug down and finally turns in the chair, pulling you closer between his knees. “C’mere,” he murmurs.
Your hands settle against his chest, flannel warm under your fingers.
For a moment he just looks at you like he’s memorizing something. Then his hand slides to the small of your back, holding you there. “You don’t gotta go anywhere yet,” he says quietly.
You lean your forehead against his. And for a while neither of you moves. Joel doesn’t rush mornings like this.
Moodboard/edit by me and credits to the amazing @pascalispunkczechia for writing this lovely snippet ⋆˙⟡♡
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