@halfraw said: an exploratory kiss, testing the waters between them
They fall asleep watching a movie. It’s late at night — they hadn’t even pressed play until an hour after Juniper finished her closing shift — and they both knew they weren’t going to last until the end.
Besides — sleep means less distractions, means less conscious effort spent not doing exactly what she wants to do alone in a dark room with Jack.
But eventually, they wake up. The credits are rolling; the music has stopped playing. The light from the television is in stark contrast to the darkness outside, and it disorients Juniper as she rubs the sleep from her eyes.
“What time is it?” she yawns, which wakes Jack. They are a mess of limbs, and they’re slow to solve the puzzle of their tangled bodies.
“You smell nice,” Jack murmurs, instead of checking his watch or turning on the lamp. He is practically nuzzling Juniper’s neck; she feels tender and exposed next to him.
She does not stop what happens next: his lips on hers, kissing her slow. Soft. He does not pull away to check for reassurance; he does not have to. Juniper is kissing him back, is pulling him close, is not thinking clearly enough to regret this.
She wants him, badly. But this for now is good. It’s the most they’ve done to express how they really feel, and it seems like now that they’ve started, they can’t say it enough.