Characters: Jared x Reader; Cara(OFC); Evan (the asshole, OMC)
Rating: Mature
Summary: After a bad breakup, the reader’s best friend convinces her a professional is just what she needs.
Word Count: 870
Created for @spnaubingo
Champagne was a nice idea, but this situation called for something stronger. You popped open the fridge determined to raid the hotel mini bar, even if they did charge you ten dollars for one of those little bottles of liquor. You rifled through the offerings there until you found what you were looking for, and there it was like an old friend calling your name. “You’ve got this girl,” the little bottle of vodka said to you.
You seized it along with a bottle of five dollar orange juice. What difference did it make? You’d already spent two thousand dollars on tonight, and that didn’t even count the room. The two thousand was only for the guy. You mixed yourself a screwdriver trying to ignore the irony in your drink choice.
Jared. Nice name. And the pictures on his webpage were un-fucking-believable. Okay. Men actually did look like that. It just wasn’t often you saw one that wasn’t in a magazine or on a movie screen. Now, here you were waiting for him to knock on your door at any minute.
Yep. You’d really blown the budget on this one. “C’mon, do it!” Cara had said. You met Cara when you took a job at one of the leading advertising firms in Atlanta. She’d been your best friend ever since. After your breakup with the asshole Evan, she had revealed her secret life to you. She’d been seeing an escort for years, and she said it was the best thing that she’d ever done. “I don’t mean like a relationship,” she explained. “It would never be that. Just the way he makes me feel. Sensual and desirable.”
Cara had decided that was just what you needed right now. She had summed up your relationship with Evan like this, “That prick wouldn’t know how to treat a woman if his life depended on it.” Then, she had given you Jared’s card.
File this away in the category of things that seemed like a good idea at the time.” A professional? What the hell were you thinking? And he was gorgeous as all fuck. That’s when the knocking started at the door, and you almost dropped your screwdriver.
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Jared’s POV
I never knew exactly what to expect when I was meeting a woman for the first time, but there was always an undercurrent of the same theme. She wanted to feel special, desirable, and sexy. I could do that. I could make her feel that way. Women were beautiful in my opinion. All of them. That’s probably why I excel at what I do.
I know that sounds arrogant, but I enjoy my work. There’s nothing more satisfying than showing a woman just exactly what she has to offer a man. I love showing her that her curves are sexy, that they make me hard. I love letting her see how her breasts she thought were too small make me drip with pre come, how they make me ache to be inside her.
There are people who say I’m just acting. I know that. But I’m not an actor. It’s real, what I show these women. They really do turn me on. I’ll need to show that to Y/N, the woman I’m meeting tonight. Make sure she sees it.
She was recommended by one of my best, longtime clients. I’m going to make she has a really good time. A bad breakup can make you feel like real shit. It can fuck with your mind until you think it’s you, that it’s somehow your fault. I’m going to make sure she knows her ex is crazy.
I’ve been to this hotel many times. Five star. I’m sure she deserves that, and I’m going to show her that she does. As I make my way up to her floor in the elevator, I adjust my jacket and run my fingers through my hair. Time to get myself in the right headspace. This is all about her. The bell dings, the doors open, and I walk to room 423.
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READER’S POV
Oh, sweet Jesus! He’s here. “Why did I do this again?” runs through your mind. Then you remember the way he’d sounded when you called to book the appointment. He sounded as good as he looked, maybe better if that was at all possible. You had a real thing for his voice. It was deep, smooth, and calming. God, you could die a happy woman just listening to that voice.
He’d asked you a lot of questions, questions about what you wanted. He had explained to you what it was he offered a client, and that sounded just perfect. Jared specialized in planning a fantasy sexual experience for a woman, one that allowed her to let go and just enjoy. He did kiss on the mouth. Was it just the female prostitutes who didn’t do that? You were so out of your element here.
You slung back the rest of your drink, put the glass down on the nearest table, and went to the door. When you opened it, he smiled. Your knees went a little weak. His pictures did not do those dimples he had justice. “Hi. I’m Jared.”
Warm breath fanned your face as you woke up, something soft being pressed to your neck and cheeks repeatedly. It was wet and rough, and it almost felt like little needles running along your skin. You were so comfortable in your bed, with the covers surrounding you and fitting perfectly against your body it took you a moment to realise where you were. The scent that clouded your mind was one you’d never forget again, and the hand caressing your hips made you shiver. You blinked your eyes open and focused on the man next to you.
“Hey sleepyhead!”
Jared whispered with a grin plastered across his face. His hazel eyes sparkled as they met yours before they dropped closed as he pressed a kiss to your lips. He hummed happily, the hand on your hip tightening and pulling you closer.
“I could really get used to this.”
He smiled, and you nodded happily. This was the first time you actually slept at Jared’s place, and not left late at night to back to your own apartment. You’d avoided Jensen’s, Jared’s roommate, teasing so far, but this relationship had turned pretty serious pretty quickly, so you accepted it.
You both stayed in bed for a few minutes more, cuddling and exchanging kisses. Even if Jared was a giant, his heart was even bigger and there was nothing he loved more than being able to envelop you in his arms and have you close. He wasn’t like other guys, he liked to cuddle and stay in with you. But if you went out together, he made sure everyone knew you were his. Hand holding, kissing, hugging, wrapping an arm around your waist or letting you sit on his thighs… whatever it was, he loved it.
Your cuddling session was interrupted when Jared’s stomach growled, and you both started laughing. No matter how often you ate together, you would never get used to the amounts this guy could eat. It was unbelievable.
“Come on, I’ll make us some pancakes!”
He said then, flipping the covers off your bodies. With you wearing nothing but your panties, you shivered as the cold air hit you. Jared threw you one of his sweatshirts as he went and put on some jogging pants. His bare feet padded across the floor as he went to the kitchen, you following closely behind. The kitchen was empty, so either Jensen was still sleeping or he had slept at Danneel’s place. Nothing out of the ordinary, either. They’d started dating a few months back, and they were almost as cheesy as you and Jared. Almost.
As Jared prepared some pancakes, you hopped onto the counter next to him. You watched how his muscles flexed whenever he would flip the pan or when he grabbed something from the top shelf. His beautiful, tan skin glowed in the morning light, and once again you were struck by how much you loved this man.
“What’re you thinking about?”
He wondered, putting the pancakes on two separate plates. They looked delicious, and remembering Jared’s cooking, you were sure they tasted just as good. Before you were able to get off the counter and put the plates on the table, Jared spread your legs and stood between them. His hands went to your waist and yours around his neck as he gazed into your eyes. You could see the same emotions you were felling yourself in them. Happiness, Love, Joy, Desire and so on…
Jared lowered his head and pressed his lips to yours. Lost in the kiss, you didn’t hear the door to Jensen’s room opening, nor him walking into the kitchen. Only as he groaned did you part from each other, looking at him sheepishly.
Square Filled: hurt!comfort for @spnaubingo & First Time for @spnkinkbingo
Characters: Jared x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Tags: fingering
Summary: It’s been a long time since the reader has been in love or been with a man. Now, both are happening again.
Word Count: 1459
Created for @spnaubingo & @spnkinkbingo
There had many hard days in your life. This was another one, and in some ways the hardest. It was the day you faced the bad decisions you had continued to make and what they almost cost you.
You were sitting on the sofa in Jared’s loft, and he was listening to you intently. It was his eyes you had fallen in love with first, the way they could be every color from green to gray and always filled with compassion and a light that radiated from inside him. He knew you had something important to tell him and reassuringly rested his hand just above your knee.
“I quit today.” Your heart was still beating a little too fast from the nervousness that lingered from what you had done, tears pricked the back of your eyes threatening to fall, and at the same time you were filled with a sense of relief like a burden had been lifted from you. “I gave my boss my resignation letter.”
Jared leaned in a little closer to you. “Are you okay with that?”
You thought for a moment, took a deep breath and bit your bottom lip. “It’s what I had to do. The way I envisioned it would be was never going to happen. You glanced at the floor and gave your head a little shake. “I thought a non profit would be different. I thought it would be about helping people, but it wasn’t, Jared.”
The tears that had threatened at the back of your eyes had begun to form in them. He pulled you against his chest, his arms wrapped securely around you. Jared felt solid, strong, and safe. He accepted you and loved you as you were. He had proven that to you time and time again. Guys you had dated before had lost patience with you after the fourth or fifth date when you continued to say no to sex.
Jared was different. He had listened instead of pressured. You told him about your first love, how he had died in a car accident, and how that had affected you. You confessed to him that Sean had been your first and since he’d died you hadn’t been with another man.
Jared was listening again now. “All my boss cared about was her own image, her own self promotion. I couldn’t work like that anymore. She yelled at me when I was only trying to do what I thought was right to help someone. That job was part of me for a long time, but I just couldn’t do it anymore. It wasn’t always like this. I used to love it, but it became so fake and just about the wrong things. I was just going through the motions.”
He covered the back of your head in his hand and cradled it in his large palm. Then he kissed your forehead. “Y/N, you are more than that job. You know that, right?”
Jared didn’t move his hand, and you welcomed the security of his embrace. “I thought if I did good things I’d be worthy.”
He let go of your head and gently pushed you back so he could see you. “Worthy of what, Sweetheart?” His hand caressed your cheek.
“A good life, a happy life, that I would be special to someone again.” It was quiet for a few seconds, then you finished your thought. “I’ve been alone for a long time, Jared.”
The sweet, soft pressure of his lips told you otherwise. Then his words confirmed it. “You’re not alone now, Y/N.”
You touched your fingertips to his cheek and softly ran your fingers over the light growth of stubble. “I really wanted to make a difference, Jared. I had to keep doing something to matter. I had to keep doing something to fill the emptiness, but I was looking in the wrong place.”
Jared laid back on the sofa and pulled you down on top of him. “Come here, Sweetheart. You don’t have to do anything. Just be you. Just be here with me.”
Your fingers played with the collar of his shirt and your hand eased down to slide inside using the access the open top buttons gave you to his chest. The hair there was soft, and it was comforting to tangle your fingers in it. “Jared, I want to stay with you tonight.”
His hand was under your hair, and he was gently massaging your neck. “Of course you can stay. You can stay here as long as you want.”
You lifted yourself up so you could look down into his eyes. “Jared, I mean I want to be with you.”
The look of realization in his eyes was beautiful. Then his lips found yours. It was the most perfect kiss you’d shared thus far. His tongue rolled around yours slow, intense, and sure. “Take me to bed, Jared. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
He carried you to his bed and placed you there as gently as if you were his bride on your wedding night. When he hovered over you, his hair fell into his face. You pushed it back and sought his lips again. The kiss was deeper, full of the intent of what you were about to do. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you, Y/N.”
You started unbuttoning his shirt slowly, touching his chest and then his stomach as you made your way down to his waist. When all the buttons were open, you pushed it from his shoulders and pulled him down to you for another kiss. His body fit over yours warm and strong; you felt protected beneath him. You felt like nothing mattered but this, being with Jared and giving him what you had been holding back.
Jared took the hem of your t-shirt in his hand and pulled it over your head. His kisses were hot down your neck and across your collarbone, intended to ignite the passion within you but not overwhelm.
When he reached for the button on your jeans, popped it open, and slid your zipper down; you encouraged him by moving your tongue faster around his and reaching for the back of his neck. When his hand made its way into your panties seeking your most intimate area, you welcomed his touch.
Jared rubbed his finger over your clit while he continued to kiss you. When he felt you getting wet, he pulled his fingers from your folds and guided your jeans and panties down your legs slow and easy. Jared’s fingers returned to the slickness between your thighs.
He pushed a finger inside you, and you grabbed onto his shoulders. It felt so good and so strange to let a man be touching you like this again, to open yourself to someone this way. He curled his fingers so they were brushing against that sweet spot inside you. His thumb rubbed over your clit, circling it. The rhythm he established made you whimper with the goodness of being completely open and vulnerable with a man again. Jared held you closer to him with his free arm. You felt secure and wanted and a little bit scared because you knew you were about to fall apart.
Jared whispered to you. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. Just let go. Let it happen.” Your body squeezed around his fingers and and tears streamed down your face as an enormous orgasm rocked through you. He held you until you stopped shaking and wiped your tears away. “Are you okay, Precious.?”
You nodded and held onto him, not wanting to let go. “J...Jared. I think I’m falling in love with you.”
He kissed you soft and gentle. “I know I’m falling in love with you. Will you let me show you?” He waited for your answer. You felt no pressure at all. You wanted this. You wanted him.
You lay your hand on the side of his face. “Yes. I want that.” Everything became warm then. An invisible cocoon wrapped around you protecting you and softening the hard edges of your life. Jared was careful with you, knowing just what it meant that you were doing this. He entered you slowly, a little at a time, and controlled his movements until he was sure you were ready for more before he began to thrust harder.
You climaxed together, and the sound of his name on your lips made you feel alive again in a way you’d all but forgotten. In the afterglow of your lovemaking, you lay mostly on top of him, enjoying the feel of his bare skin next to yours. Nothing mattered but now and him. You didn’t have to prove anything to anyone.
Square Filled: musician!Jared for @spnaubingo & Free Space for @spnkinkbingo
Characters: Jared x Reader; Jada(OFC)
Rating: Teen
Summary: The reader’s best friend gets her concert tickets for her birthday, and it’s the best night of her life.
Word Count: 1508
Created for @spnkinkbingo & @spnaubingo
Your eyes had been on the drummer all night, the way he held the drumsticks in his huge hands had you fantasizing about how those hands would feel on your body. The way his hair moved as he played the rhythm on his drums made you wonder just how it would feel between your fingers. As far as his shoulders and arms, they were entirely distracting. So distracting you hardly heard the words to the songs beyond knowing the lead singer had a good voice. You thanked the gods many times that your best friend, Jada, was generous and had gotten you front row seats for your birthday.
During intermission you braved the lines at the concession stand to get a beer. When you got back to your seat, Jada seemed a little bummed. You settled back in your seat and took a big drink of your beer figuring you might need it. You asked her, “Did I miss anything?”
“Yeah,” she said with a slight pout on her face. The lead singer had some kind of accident backstage, and he won’t be singing the second half of the show.
You took another sip of your beer. “So, is that it? Is the show over?”
“Nah,” Jada said adjusting her top. With the departure of the lead singer she had been gushing about all night, it didn’t seem she felt the need to show quite so much cleavage anymore. “The drummer is going to take over the vocals.”
You didn’t have time to say anything else because the lights dimmed signaling the start of the second half of the show. The announcer’s voice boomed through the auditorium as strobe lights moved over the crowd. “Welcome back to the stage Salt-n-Burn with Jared Padalecki on lead vocals.”
The first number had an upbeat, driving rock rhythm. It hadn’t been possible to really see the way he could move when he was sitting behind the drums, but this man was a master at swiveling his hips. His voice was a smooth baritone that had you wishing you knew the way it would sound when he whispered in your ear.
The music started for the next song. It was going to be a ballad. You closed your eyes to better lose yourself in his voice. This was going to be good. The first few bars of the music filled your ears along with the gasps of the women near you. You opened your eyes to see Jared Padalecki standing before you and holding out his hand for you to take it. Without thinking, you put your hand in his to the loud cheers of the crowd.
He led you up on stage. One of the crew brought out a stool, and Jared helped you up onto it. This close you had a good look at his eyes. They weren’t just one color but a mix of green, gold, and just a touch of stormy gray. If possible, they were even more gorgeous than the rest of him. Jared sang to you about love and devotion while holding your hand and looking in your eyes like you were the only person in a room full of thousands. He should have been an actor he was so convincing. When the song was over, he led you to the edge of the stage where another member of the crew was waiting to help you down the steps.
The rest of the concert passed like you were in a dream. You knew Jada wouldn’t agree with you, but you thought Jared was better than the original singer. It was definitely safe to say you were completely smitten.
After an encore and rousing applause, Jared blew the crowd a kiss and left the stage. The lights were coming up and you were collecting your things to leave when a man walked up to you wearing an ID badge hanging on a lanyard around his neck. “Excuse me, Miss.” You clutched your purse strap and pulled it up higher on your shoulder just to have something to do. “Mr. Padalecki would like to see you in his dressing room.”
You glanced at Jada. She had an enormous smile on her face. “Get it, Girl! I’ll take a cab home.”
Your friend was already turning to go when you looked back at the guy who had approached you. “O…okay.” He led you through the halls back stage to a black door with Jared’s name on it. He made a fist and rapped on the door with his knuckles.
Jared opened the door wearing the white t-shirt and black pants he’d worn on stage minus the leather jacket. “Hey, thanks, Chris.” He opened the door wider and turned his attention to you. “Please, come in.”
The room you walked into didn’t say typical rockstar to you. It was pretty simple really. The decor was mostly white with a black leather sectional in the center of the room and plants scattered about. “Make yourself comfortable. Would you like something to drink? I’ve got sparkling water and juice. I can get something else if you want it.”
You sat down in the corner of the sectional. “Water’s good. You don’t have booze?”
He laughed while he was opening the mini fridge. “I don’t do booze, rarely anyway. I used to though.” Jared brought you a glass of bubbling water and sat down next to you. “I wanted to say thanks for helping me out.”
You blinked. “Helping you out?”
He smiled, and dear god those dimples might be the death of you. “Yeah.” He glanced down at his hands in his lap. “That’s the first time I sang in front of that many people, and I was nervous as all hell. Having you up there with me helped.” He sat up straight then. “I’d like to know your name.”
“Y/N. It’s Y/N.” You wrapped both hands around your glass hoping it could somehow ground you square back on earth in this surreal situation. “Is that a line?”
Jared smiled easily. “Nope. Not a line. I really wanted to say thank you.”
You looked back around the room. There was a mirror in here. He had to know how he looked. Hot. Rockstar. Hello?!! “I don’t get it. Where are all the girls? The liquor? The drugs?”
His smile faded a little. “I used to do that. All of it. Before my fiancé.” Fiancé. Right. What the fuck? This guy who had thousands of women screaming his name and throwing their underwear at him was actually faithful. Make a note. Find a man like this.
You sipped at your water. Expensive. “She must be really proud of you. Not many people succeed at their dreams like this.”
That’s when you noticed his eyes had gotten all soft and a little sad. “Would have been. I lost her a couple years ago in an accident.”
“Oh. I’m so sorry.” This was getting awkward.
The awkwardness was only yours, and Jared smoothed it right over. “I’m okay. It was really hard at first, but I did my grieving. All that stuff you mentioned isn’t here because she showed me there was more to life than partying. If she hadn’t, I’d have gotten at least two shots of whiskey in you by now and you’d be half naked on the way to my bed.”
Speechless. How the hell do you respond to that kind of honesty? “I see.”
So much for eloquence on your part.
He glanced down at your lips. “I would like to kiss you though.” You nodded and when his lips touched yours they were softer than they had any right to be. The kissing went on, and Jared lay you down, eased his hand down to cover your hip, and continued to kiss you open mouthed. But he never any move to put his hand up your shirt, down your pants, or take off any of your clothes.
It was like being a teenager again and making out with your boyfriend. Only, Jared was much better at kissing than any boyfriend you’d ever had. When he kissed the corner of your mouth, you smiled. “You are nothing I would ever expect.”
He smiled back at you before giving you another quick kiss. “Is that a good thing?”
“Yeah. That’s a really good thing.” He held you there on that oversized piece of furniture made for an oversized man.
After just being with him for a couple of minutes in the silence, he said, “Don’t think I don’t want to sleep with you. I do. But I want to take you on at least one proper date first. Will you go out with me?”
You twisted your head around to look at him. “Are you serious? Is this real life happening to me right now?”
“I’m completely serious, and I hope you’ll want to go out with me again after that.” He covered your mouth with his before you could get out the word yes.
Summary: There are lousy job interviews, but fortunately there are also gorgeous taxi drivers.
Word Count: 496
Created for @spnaubingo
Dreams are wonderful things. When they crash and burn at your feet, it sucks. You’d come to New York with your hopes high. This interview was the gateway to a new life for you. That’s the way you saw it. Now, that the interview was over, a very different picture was forming.
Intimidating was not even the word for what you had just experienced. Why did it take four people to conduct an interview? And why did they have to do it in a conference room full of leather and sleekness with an impressive view of the skyline through a wall of glass on the 62nd floor? Your brain stopped working, your mouth froze, and your answers were lame. No doubt about it. It was back to the sweltering heat of Texas for you.
You hailed a cab and gratefully piled into the backseat letting your heat fall back against the seat and closed your eyes. “Where to?” Nice voice. Sexy voice. You opened your eyes with some renewed interest in the possibilities of life. Well. Your cabbie had a face to go with that voice.
He glanced at you in the rear view mirror, and his eyes were somehow intensely innocent, and the scruff on his well formed jawline had you thinking about the way it would feel scratching over your sensitive skin. He repeated his question, and you managed to utter, “JFK”.
Mr. Hot kept looking at you in the mirror, and a couple of times he smiled. My God. He had dimples to go with those huge hands and long, thick fingers that were holding the steering wheel. He caught you looking back at him, and for the first time since he’d asked your destination he spoke. “Mind if we take a little detour?”
You shook your head slowly, and your lips parted slightly. “No. I don’t mind.”
He pulled into the nearest parking garage and found a fairly remote spot. He got out of the car, opened the back door, and joined you closing the door behind him. He brushed his fingers through your hair. “What’s your name?”
You swallowed and answered, “Y/N.” That earned you another smile with those incredible dimples.
He brushed his thumb over your bottom lip. “I’m Jared, and you are absolutely beautiful.” You saw his eyes up close before he kissed you. They were green with gold in them like they’d been touched by sunlight. His kiss alone made you feel weak and boneless, the way his tongue made its way around yours.
When his hand reached for your skirt and started to pull it up, you opened your legs giving him full access when his hand slipped down into your panties. He massaged your clit while he kissed you until you were coming all over his hand. He kissed the corner of your mouth and asked, “What time is your flight?”
Out of breath, you answered. “It doesn’t matter” as you took off your panties.
“Hey, baby, I’m sorry traffic was a bitch. Are you ready to go?”
Your boyfriend of three years stood next to you, looking as handsome as ever. You’d texted him about thirty minutes ago if he could pick you up at your friends place as it had gotten pretty late.
You couldn’t help but giggle as he stood in the doorway to your friend’s apartment. He was so tall, he’d hit his head if he wouldn’t duck. You crouched down to put your shoes on, but you soon lost balance and fell back on your ass. Another fit of giggles hit.
“Babe, are you drunk?”
You looked at him with glassy eyes and reddish cheeks before taking a look at your right shoe.
“Was it always so small?” you slurred before you giggled again. Yes, you were one of those annoying, giggly drunks. You knew yourself how annoying it was, but what could you do? The alcohol was stronger than your will to fight the giggles. One reason why you didn’t drink very often.
“Okay, you are drunk. Come on.”
Jared crouched down to your level and tied your shoes before helping you to your feet. You wobbled a little before looking up at him with big, glassy eyes. You hugged him and pressed your face into his chest, inhaling his familiar scent. Apparently you were clingy, too.
You heard your friends saying goodbye and you waved at them before Jared took your hand and led you outside to where his car was. It had just started snowing, and there was a thin layer covering the floor and his car. As Jared let go of your hand to brush some of the snow off the windshield, you had the wonderful idea to lay on the floor and make a snow angel. Thanks’ to the alcohol, you felt pretty warm and cosy, so the fact that you’d be wet afterwards didn’t cross your mind.
“No, (Y/N).” Jared chuckled as he turned around to see what you were doing. “You’re gonna be cold!”
Again, he pulled you to your feet, where you proudly looked at the angel. Well, it was more a full circle, but close enough for you to like it.
“Come, give me your jacket.”
He helped you take your jacket off and grabbed the blanket for Sadie, his dog, from the backseat for you to sit on. He closed the door for you and rushed to his side, turning the heating on for you. One side, he thought it was hilarious that for once it was you that was drunk and not him, on the other hand, he felt pretty helpless. He wasn’t used to be the grown up one in your relationship!
Even though the drive to your apartment was short, you fell asleep the moment the car started moving. Your mouth was wide open and your head fell from side to side with every turn Jared took. As he pulled into the garage, he made sure to take a picture of you, just so he could tease you with it the next day. There were too many pictures of him like this, so he felt obliged to do that.
“Babe, we’re home.”
You stirred a little, but didn’t wake up. He shook you again and again, and even tried to tickle you, but you wouldn’t wake up. With a heavy sigh, he heaved you into his arms and closed the car door with his hip before he went to the elevator that would bring you to your floor. You instinctively cuddled closer to him, and Jared couldn’t help but smile lovingly down at you. He loved you so much, and he was very glad you had asked him to come pick you up. Who knew what would’ve happened if you’d taken the bus or a cab!
In the apartment, he carefully laid you down on your shared bed. How she still wasn’t asleep after him awkwardly unlocking the door and nearly dropping you in the process, he didn’t understand. As he let go of you to get you some water, your fingers wrapped around his wrist.
“Stay with me.”
Tired, heavy eyes stared at him and he kneeled on the bed, kissing your forehead.
“I’ll get you some water and a cloth to remove your make up, then I’ll be right back.”
You nodded, turning onto your side as he left the room. He hastily brushed his teeth and got the mentioned items before he returned to you. You had managed to pull your jeans off and were now working on your shirt. It looked like a real struggle, and after a few seconds Jared decided to help. He never knew taking your clothes off could be so difficult.
“Here, drink this. You’ll be glad tomorrow if you do.”
As you drank half of the bottle, he changed into his pyjama and walked back to you with the wet washcloth. He put one hand on your cheek and started carefully rubbing it over your face. Before you, he never imagined he could ever care for someone so much, but with you, it felt natural. Everything between you felt natural and easy. It just fit perfectly.
“You know… as we drove here…I saw a panda!”
“You saw a panda?”
You nodded your head, looking at him with big eyes.
“But you were asleep the whole time?”
“No! No I saw a panda! It was there!”
Jared bit his lip to stop himself from laughing as you pointed a finger toward the door. You were an adorable drunk.
“Alright, I think you should sleep.”
“Are we gonna go look for the panda tomorrow?”
The hope in your voice was what made his heart skip a beat. He smiled widely and kissed you on the lips.
