Relationship Status || Jaomi (future)
woodnaomi:
Naomi felt like the luckiest girl in the world when she took a trip around the world with Josh for two-and-a-half years. He spoiled her nonstop, and, no matter how many times she refused, he only insisted more, giving the weakest of reasons like “just because” or “I never get you anything, just this once.” But she would eventually give in to his pleads each time– and noted mentally that she would definitely have to pay him back somehow.
Throughout the two-and-a-half years of traveling, Naomi found that she would enjoy her time with him, and that she started to see him slightly as more than a friend– more than a best friend. The girl remembered the way he treated her in her situation back at Camp Haven–he had been so gentle with her–and even now still so, and she couldn’t imagine not spending everyday with him like she had done for the past couple of years And maybe this more than a best friend thing had gone a little farther than that, and the two of them often wound up in the same bed, once even more than cuddling.
She found herself dwelling on what they exactly were when it came to their relationship, yet she was nervous, almost afraid, to bring it up for fear of ruining the connection they had now. Then again, Naomi liked whatever they had and–whatever it was–was enough for her– for now.
The siren woke up early this morning– as usual, and began her morning routine of waking herself up with a prolonged shower until she was satisfied and, once done, shrugged on lazy day clothes. It was then that she stepped out into the kitchen and began consuming a bagel and some apple juice while skimming through texts from the day before, but soon halted her scrolling when she heard footsteps and felt a kiss to her head, a gesture that she couldn’t help but to smile at every time. Peering up at the vampire, she nodded her head sleepily, despite that a shower should normally wake her up.
“Good morning.. Mm– great,” mumbled Naomi happily. “As always,” she soon added with a cheeky glance in his direction. “What about you?” It was a lame way to add on to the conversation but it would do.
He often found himself thinking back to the time at camp, where he had thought her dead and gone, and how distraught he had been. Josh recalled not eating for a good four days, and even when she was safely in his arms once again he didn’t go out for food until he was absolutely sure that she was going to be okay. Naomi had always been his first priority, and he didn’t think that was ever going to change. She meant a lot to him, and she always would.
And that’s why there was a sore feeling in the pit of his stomach. Sleeping with Naomi hadn’t been one of his best decisions, but he didn’t exactly regret it. The only thing he regretted was not figuring out what was going on in his head before he jumped into bed with her at the first sign of extreme passion. He wasn’t going to lie-- there was something about Naomi that naturally drew the vampire to her, and he was more than comfortable around her and would do absolutely anything for her...but he was scared more than anything. He would lose Naomi, whether they stayed together or not. Immortality wasn’t the best thing to happen to Josh in certain situations.
Josh couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped his lips at the sight of a sleepy Naomi, “Love, if you’re tired, maybe you should go back to bed.” He reached the fridge, pulling out one of the water bottles that had been emptied of water and refilled with O positive blood. He unscrewed the cap and dumped the contents in a cup, blasting the bodily fluid in the microwave until it was warm enough for his liking. Now that he had access to warm blood, he didn’t want to go back to drinking cold blood or eating human food unless he had to. Josh was healthier than he had been in years.
With his cup of blood in hand, he slid into the chair adjacent to Naomi, grinning cheekily right back at her. “I would hope so. I’m the best cuddly buddy and I’d probably be offended if you said you didn’t sleep well next to me.” He took a sip of the blood. “Good, actually. I slept like death,” he joked.
