Hi my lovelies. So, I’m on a bit of a Jessie kick at the moment and this pics are so cute ahah. I hope you enjoy.
Like Old Times
Jessie Fleming x Reader
Description: you and Jessie go on a date.
You could tell that Jessie was anxious. She was too in her head, too preoccupied. You looked at her from your place by the counter, arms folded across your chest as you studied her. She was staring intently at the table, hands fidgeting in her lap, teeth gnawing on her lower lip.
“J?” You called, watching as she started to scratch her nail lightly along her thumb. “Hey, hey.” You rushed forward, hands finding hers to stop her nervous habit.
She blinked, jumping at your presence. Jessie looked up at you, brown eyes wide. “J?”.
“Y-” she cleared her throat, shaking her head a little. “Yeah?”
“Talk to me,” you sighed softly, hopping up onto the table, keeping her one hand in both of yours. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, hmm?”
She sighed. Sometimes it could be very annoying how well you knew her. You had been dating for years now - having met back in California. You were a photographer for the university, having been assigned to the women’s football team, you ended up at more than one of her training sessions and almost all of her games. It wasn’t long until you started flirting, hoping that she would reciprocate. After months of nothing in return you had almost given up. It took a very awkward conversation just before the winter holidays for you to realise that she was just a shy girl who could be very oblivious at times. From there … it was history.
“Nothin’,” she dismissed, shrugging and looking anywhere but at you.
“J ….” You waited, cocking an eyebrow at her. “C’mon,” you squeezed her hand shaking it slightly to draw her attention back to you.
Reluctantly, she met your gaze before flitting away again. “I … they want …” she paused, swallowing the lump in her throat. You flipped her hand over, tracing a nail along her palm. You knew that she wasn’t going to talk with if you were looking directly at her.
“Photos.” She eventually whispered. You frowned, not quite understanding what she was getting at. “They want photos …” she took a deep breath. “They want me to do a photoshoot … for the club.”
It was no secret that Jessie avoided the camera like the plague. She hated being in front of the camera, often taking great lengths to avoid being on screen. “You don’t want to?” You guessed.
She sighed. “It’s not that I … don’t … want to. But I don’t want to do it either.” She leant forward, resting her cheek on your thigh. You smiled sadly, moving one of your hands to smooth down her hair and scratch lightly at her scalp.
“Is it the usual photoshoot?” You asked, a small flicker of an idea forming in your mind. “Like standard media shots?” Your fingers stilled, and Jessie let out a pitiful whine. “Sorry,” you mumbled, picking up the movement again.
“No,” she nuzzled your thigh, eyes slipping shut. “They want it to be a ‘casual’ one apparently. Like me just out and about. Me at training, me at match days. Apparently they’re doing a meet the squad type thing so I can’t even not do it.”
With every word that she spoke, the idea grew more and more in your mind, it became clearer with each passing sentence, the lines sharper, the vision taking hold.
“Can I ask you something?” Jessie sat up, leaning back to look at you probably.
“Of course, bubba,” she said seriously.
“I have an idea … and I want to know your opinion on something ….” It was your turn to be nervous now.
“What is it?” All of her worries disappeared instantly, taking both your hands in hers.
“They want a casual shoot right?” She nodded. “Obviously, we’d have to check with the club and stuff but … how would you feel if …” you swung your leg out to brush against hers. “What if I took the photos?” You waited with bated breath. “Obviously, if you don’t want to, I’m not, like, forcing you or anything and please don’t feel like you have to …” you rushed out, starting to ramble.
“Bubs,” Jessie paused. “That sounds …” you closed your eyes, waiting for the rejection. “Wonderful.”
Your eyes flew open, gaze landing on hers immediately. She was smiling softly at you. “Wait, really?” You couldn’t help the small smile that danced on your lips.
“Yes, really.” She rolled her eyes fondly. “It’ll be like old times.”
It was true. Back when you had finally started dating, both you and her used to snap pictures all the time, your SD cards were filled with hundreds of photographs of Jessie, everything from a breakfast date to a hike she had dragged you along to, from her running around all sweaty on the pitch to her relaxing on the sofa, a mug of chamomile tea in her hand as she snuggled deeper on the sofa. Now that you had a job in media, where snapping photos and edits was the norm, coming home and taking ‘nice’ photos was the last thing on your mind. Although you still had thousands of selfies, ugly mugshots and cute pictures of Jessie resting in your camera roll to help you get through her trips away.
You were full on beaming now, wide and lovesick as you squealed excitedly. “I know you have to talk to the club and whatnot, I can send you a link to my portfolio to show them my work. And they don’t have to pay me or anything,” you babbled.
“Bubs, bubs.” Jessie stood, cupping your jaw and angling your head back to look at her. Her fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of your neck. “Don’t worry about a thing. I’ll sort it all.” Her thumb brushed along your cheek. She leant down, kissing you softly. You hummed happily, hand finding her hip.
“I have a question for you now …” she whispered when you parted, her breath warm against your skin, forehead resting against yours.
“What?”
“Will you go on a date with me?” Her voice was soft and full of love. Your heart fluttered at your words. You hoped this would never fade, the feeling of excited nerves that bubbled in your chest whenever you thought about Jessie. Was it possible to have a crush on your own girlfriend? You weren’t too sure but either way, you hoped this feeling would last a lifetime.
“Yeah …” you whispered, sneaking another kiss. “Will you go on a date with me?” You asked back. It was a habit you had picked up right when you first got together. It originally had started out as a joke. You asked her out, even though she had already agreed to be your girlfriend, and she stumbled over her words, and ended up asking the same question back to you. Initially, she had groaned whenever you asked her, a blush rising to her cheeks, but now she couldn’t imagine you not doing it.
“Of course.” Jessie kissed you again.
“Love you, J.”
“Love you, bubs.”
By some miracle, they said yes. Jessie had said they were already thinking about outsourcing the shoot anyway and you would actually be doing them a favour. Within the week, you had a shiny new contract drawn up with your signature drying on the dotted line.
The club had asked you to start with Jessie; they knew her well enough to strike while the iron was hot. They didn’t want her enthusiasm for the media to disappear.
“Mornin’ bubs.” Jessie smiled, her eyes full of sleep, her voice still scratchy. She rolled over, pulling you towards her gently as she nuzzled her face into your neck.
“Hi, J.” You pressed a long kiss to her hair. You hummed happily, inhaling the sweet coconut scent of her shampoo.
“W-what’s …” she broke off with a yawn. “What’s the plan for today?” She mumbled into your skin, her lips brushing against your collarbone.
“Nothing set in stone,” you carded your fingers through her hair. She sighed, snuggling impossibly closer into you. “I was thinking breakfast. Could make it here but do you want to people to see our kitchen?” She huffed, shaking her head. You chuckled quietly. “Exactly. So breakfast. And then we could go to the park? Have a bit of a walk around and stuff?” You moved your hand, scratching lightly up her back. You felt Jessie leave a kiss against your skin. “Then maybe get some ice cream?” You asked hopefully.
You loved ice cream dates with Jessie - always getting at least two flavours each and swapping half way. It was a tradition to go at least once a month, something sacred to the both of you.
“As long as I pay,” Jessie mumbled, her voice deep.
“Jess,” you whined.
“Bubs,” she said in the same tone, raising herself up onto her elbows to look at you properly.
“I planned the date, therefore I pay.” It was an argument that you had consistently. Jessie insisting that she pay for your dates, arguing that logically, since she earned more, she should pay. You countered her by always bringing up your agreement from your first date that whoever planned the date, pays.
“But …” you could see she was trying to formulate her argument. “We’re only doing this shoot because of me. Therefore, it’s the least I can do.” She pursed her lips.
“The photographs are secondary.” You rolled your eyes. “I’d want to go on our date regardless.” Your expression matched hers, both of you glaring at each other.
“Please,” Jessie mumbled, her bottom lip jutting out.
“J,” you whined again, closing your eyes against her pout. You were useless against her puppy eyes and she knew it. She knew you would fold the minute she started to widen her eyes and rearrange her eyebrows. “You’re being mean.” You threw your hands over your face.
You felt her rearrange herself, her legs coming over to straddle your hips. “C’mon, bubba.” You could hear the smile in her voice. “Let me be the gentle … woman? …” you giggled. “Let me treat my girl, yeah?” Her voice was closer now, you could feel her warmth against your chest as she lent down. “Let me treat you.” Carefully, she pulled your hands away from your face, lifting them up above your head and pinning them to the pillows with one of hers. “Let me show you just how much I love you.”
Your heartbeat was thumping in your chest as you opened your eyes. She was awfully close, just a simple head tilt from you and your lips would be on hers. “Let me treat my good girl,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
Your breath hitched in your throat as she started to trail soft kisses along your jaw. “J.” You bucked your hips.
“Yeah?”
“Please,”
“Lemme pay for our date.” She teased, sucking lightly against your throat. You moaned quietly.
“Not playing fair, Jess,” you whimpered, sounding utterly pathetic.
“Oh, I know.” She leant back up, giving you a cheeky wink. “Let me pay, and I’ll give you what you want.” She raised her eyebrows, challenging you.
You blinked up at her, trying to give her your best innocent expression. “C’mon, bubs.” You were thoroughly turned on, every nerve in your body alight with love and lust.
“Ugh,” you finally relented. “Fine.” She let a kilowatt smile spread on her face, her nose crinkling in happiness.
“See,” she teased, “was that so hard?”
You rolled your eyes. “Can you make me cum now?” You countered sassily.
“Milady,” Jessie smiled, dropping a kiss to the top of your head as she placed your drink on the table in front of you.
“Thank you, baby.” You turned your face to her smiling, like a sunflower following the sun.
You very pointedly didn’t put your camera on the table, instead choosing to put it on the bench next to you. You could tell that she was still a little nervous about it. When you had looped it around your neck before you left, she had looked at it suspiciously, as if it was going to bite her or something.
“So …” Jessie bit her lip. Automatically, your hand found hers, intertwining your fingers before she was able to scratch anxiously.
“So…?”
“How does this work?”
“A date?” You teased, purposefully misunderstanding her. “I’d hope you know how a date works by now.” You sighed, taking a sip. She huffed, rolling her eyes. “J, baby.” You waited until she looked at you. “Forget about the camera.” You shuffled along the booth towards her. “We’re on a date, yeah? Just like old times.” You winked.
Jessie took a steadying breath. “Just like old times,” she whispered, more to herself than to you.
“Now,” you said, decisively changing the subject. “I have another instalment of work drama. Wanna hear?”
She gasped. “There’s more.” Jessie smiled excitedly. She loved hearing about your work drama. It helped her stay grounded a little, made her feel more normal, a break away from having people recognise her in the street and her face plastered on the side of stadiums. “Tell me everything.”
“Well, I told you about Matt, right?” She nodded, sipping on her coffee. “Turns out … he’sthe other man!” Jessie gasped, thoroughly invested in the story.
You had spent most of the morning in the coffee shop. You could tell Jessie was more comfortable now, babbling away, arms waiving wildly as she recounted what happened with Sam at training the other day. You knew that you probably should have used your proper camera - your professional, very expensive and fancy camera - but you didn’t want to disrupt her flow, make her nervous again, make Jessie clam up and act all awkward in that way that you found utterly adorable.
You had been tasked to get photos of the normal Jessie, the natural Jessie, the comfortable Jessie. Without really moving, you pulled up your camera on your phone, angling it to capture her laughter.
You knew you had caught a good photograph without having to check. Sure, you would need to edit them, but you knew. It was easy to take good photographs of Jessie. Especially when she was happy. She was stunning, anyone with eyes could see that she was a beautiful woman. But it was something else. Her aura, the vibe that was ever present - shy, awkward, calm, intelligent. All things that you could just see in the photographs, even without actually seeing it.
You were wondering through the park, hand in hand as you looked at the trees. The sunlight streamed through the leaves, the beams dappling on the grass beneath your feet. Instinctively, you held the camera up to your eye, snapping away.
“Bubs?” Jessie called. She loved watching you in your element. She always had - even before you started dating, back when she had the biggest crush on you and felt like she was unable to do anything but stutter and stumble over her words. There was something about you when you started taking photos - the concentration on your face, the crinkle in between your eyebrows, the way you bit your lip as you lined up the shot.
You hummed, turning to face her. “This seems like a nice place for photos, right?” She asked quietly.
“It does,” you hummed, not wanting her to feel like you were pressuring her. “Do you want me to take some photos?”
“Only if you want to.” You rolled your eyes at the typical Jessie response.
“J,” you said sternly.
“It’s pretty here.” She shrugged.
“You’re prettier,” you said smoothly, smiling as her cheeks reddened.
“Stop,” she whined.
“Nope,” you stuck your tongue out, bringing your camera up to your eye again. “You’re so beautiful, J.” You called out, watching as her cheeks flared again. “Can’t believe you’re my girlfriend.”
“Stop it.” She tried to sound firm, but couldn’t stop the laughter from bubbling through.
“Am I not allowed to tell my incredible attractive, gorgeous, lovely, wonderful girlfriend that she’s beautiful?” You asked pulling the camera away.
“No, you’re not.” Jessie crossed her arms over her chest, you took one final photo, capturing her raised eyebrow and pout.
“Oh?” You let your camera go completely, letting it dangle from the strap around your neck. You sauntered up to her, “And why’s that?”
“Because.” She tried to look confident and firm, but the slightest hint of embarrassment tinged her features. You knew exactly why she didn’t want the compliments - she didn’t take them very well, something that you knew all about and loved to exploit. You loved seeing her get shy and blushy over your words. Regardless of what it was - her game play, her appearance, her intelligence, or anything else you could think of - she was an awkward gooey mess.
“Because …?” You were closer now, invading her personal bubble. Gently, you untangled her arms, holding onto both hands.
“Because …” you could tell she was thinking of a reason. She laced her fingers with yours. “Because, I say so.” She nodded with finality.
“Well,” You started to rise up on your toes. “I say … you’re beautiful.” You smiled before kissing her swiftly.
You would love nothing more than to keep kissing Jessie, but you were hyper aware of your surroundings and her fear of being seen out in public. Not with you, never with you. She proudly showed you off whenever she had the chance. But she wasn’t one for complete displayed affection - hand holding, yes; Gushing to whichever one of her team mates had asked about you, obviously; a quick peck, sure; anything more, she’d rather wait to be behind closed doors.
“Ice cream?” You asked cheekily when she pulled back.
“I’m paying,” she quipped, manoeuvring you to be by her side.
“J,” you shook your head.
“Nuh-uh. That was the deal, bubs.” She smiled that disarming smile. “I make you cum, you let me pay.”
The shop was busier than you were expecting, a queue of people almost out of the door. “What do you want, bubba?” Jessie asked, pulling you in front of her and wrapping her arms around your waist. Usually, she wasn’t so open with her affection, but something in her just didn’t care. Not today. She wanted to have you close. She needed it.
It was tradition that you always got one vanilla and one chocolate, to ‘cleanse the pallet’ as you put it once. You looked up to the board above you, leaning back into her warm body. Jessie looked at you as you studied the board. She was shocked by your beauty. How effortless you looked. How calm and relaxed. How much you loved her. She had been convinced when she took to Chelsea contract you would have called it quits. You both had a year left of your degree, but with everything being online, you had jumped at the chance to move to London with her. She had almost worried herself sick, yet there was something about you. You were so sure. So solid in yourself and in your relationship. Not that Jessie wasn’t the same. But with everything being online worry voiced, you had coolly explained it away - telling her exactly how and why that wouldn’t happen. It had been you that had encouraged her to look into moving out of London. You had seen how down she had been lately. Not her usual shy but sweet self. As soon as she had mentioned Portland as a possibility, you had looked into studio spaces and how best to move your little business over to the US. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was. She must have done something right in a past life to have you in this one.
“Love you, bubs.” She whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple.
You blinked, shocked at her slightly random announcement.
“Love you, J.”
You were at the ice cream shop until almost closing. You spent hours tucked away in the bench by the window. You talked about everything and anything. It was something that had drawn you to Jessie in the first place. Conversation was never a struggle. Even with moments of silence, it was never awkward. It was the comforting kind of quiet that continued the conversation without words.
You snapped a couple of ‘proper’ photographs for Jessie. One where she was laughing, her head thrown back, curls dancing around her shoulders. Another she was smiling shyly down at the now-empty ice cream pot, a blush on her cheeks, as she bit her lip.
“J,” you called, catching her attention.
“Yeah,” she smiled back at you, her thigh brushing yours.
“Photo?”
“Isn’t that what you’ve been doing all day?”
“Not of you, you spoon.” You teased, leaning into her, she kissed you sweetly on the top of your head. “Of us.”
“Oh,” she cleared her throat. “Course.” She moved around a little, throwing one arm over your shoulder. “This ok?” She mumbled.
“More than.” You smiled back, making eye contact with her through the camera. She leaned into you more, her cheek pressing against yours. You held the shutter down, turning into her and closing your eyes, a small lovesick smile graced your features.
God, you loved her so much.
“Today has been perfect,” she muttered as she extended her hand to you, helping you out of your seat.
“You have been perfect.” You stuck your tongue out at her.
“Stop.” She whined, tucking you under your arm as you walked down the street.
“Nope,” you put your arm around her waist. “You’re too easy, J.”
