pipcob + 37
im feral op. absolutely fucking rabid. also no cult au
It’s a cold, December night, yet Pippa sits on the porch of Jacob’s cabin in the mountains.
She’s been chilly since she stepped outside, but she had insisted she’d be fine without a coat and now she was too stubborn to admit that she was wrong. That, and she’s been hit by a sudden bout of homesickness. They were planning on heading home for the holidays, but… their flight wasn’t for another two days and the waiting was becoming unbearable. The fact that Sebastian had already managed to get home wasn’t helping, either. Pippa was about to stand up and walk back inside when she feels something heavy over her shoulders; it was warm and still had the faint smell of mountain air and woodsmoke. Jacob’s army jacket, no doubt. Without looking up at the man, Pippa slips her arms in through the sleeves and pulls it a bit closer against her.
“You’re pouting again,” Jacob points out.“Am not,” Pippa replies with a huff. “How would you know anyways? You aren’t even lookin’ at me.”
“Don’t need to, sweetheart,” Jacob tells her, a deep chuckle rumbling from his chest. “I can tell when you’ve got that button nose of yours all scrunched up. It’s cute.” He laughs again when Pippa lightly punches his shoulder. “What? It’s true. Now didn’t I tell you to put on a coat before headin’ out?”
“I told you I didn’t need one,” Pippa retorts, yet the bite of the chill air betrays her and she pulls the jacket closer. With a grumble, she huddles up closer against the man and breathes out. “I miss home,” she suddenly blurts out, even before Jacob could ask her what was wrong. Pippa hears him hum, and just like that– he presses his lips to the top of her head.
“Won’t be long now, sweetheart,” Jacob murmurs and he slides his hands down to clasp Pippa’s in his. Hers were all chilly from the winter air, but that was easily remedied when he brings them up to his face, gently blowing on them. Pippa laughs at that, nose scrunching up again in the way he likes.
“You’re a sap. And nobody knows except me.” A pause. “Well, maybe Faith, too.”
“Would prefer if it stayed that way.”
“‘Course you would. Only you, after all.”
That gets Jacob to crack a smile. “Only you,” he echoes before giving the woman’s hands a gentle squeeze. His were far, far, bigger than hers and far more scarred, but… they fit together nicely. Like a puzzle, or so Pippa says. They sit in comfortable silence for a few more minutes before the younger woman is speaking up again, as she normally does. That was one of the first things he learned about her– that she never stopped talking. Must be a family thing, seeing as her brother was just the same.
“Why do you like staying up here in the woods? There’s no people here.”
“Exactly. Not much of a people person,” Jacob replies with a slight of his shoulders. “I got my siblings and I got you. Don’t really need anythin’ else.”
Pippa snorts. “You know how many people call the station every night ‘cause they think they’ve seen the Sasquatch or somethin’? I just laugh ‘cause I know for a fact it’s you,” she says, reaching up to take Jacob’s face in her hands, gently squishing his cheeks. “Can’t say I blame them. You’re all big and… red.” Jacob rolls his eyes at that, but Pippa barrels on before he can say anything else. “We even got this counter at the sheriff’s department. Just a whiteboard and it says ‘Jacob Sightings’. Think we’re up to twenty-five now.”
Jacob shakes his head, but this time he’s laughing too. “Alright, alright, Pipsqueak, I get it.”
More silence until Pippa hears him humming a familiar tune. Only You, of course, because it was Jacob and what else could it have possibly been? She hums along for a bit before looking up at him, an eyebrow raised. “Don’t you ever get tired of that song?”
“Why would I? It’s our song.”
“Mm, fair point.” Pippa’s about to barrel on once more when Jacob presses his lips to her for the longest moment. Soft and gentle; quite the opposite of his outward appearance. With flushed cheeks, Pippa looks up at him again, playful smile gracing her features. “What was that for?”
“No reason. Liked listening to you talk. Besides, I’m not allowed to kiss my girlfriend?”
“Well, I never said that,” Pippa replies before crawling onto his lap. “Now do it again.”
With a chuckle, Jacob leans back in. “Yes, ma’am.”