@roseypeached / JASON ──
lazy kisses on the sofa while the television runs. kiss & tell.
In the dark of her apartment, a movie plays on the television forgotten. It's an old one, one of those black and white horror classics that Birdie had put on her watch list ages ago and promptly forgotten about. One of those movies with the cheesy acting and dramatic pauses, the accents that made no sense, and the damsels that did not do much else than damsel. Or something.
In all honesty, Birdie couldn't remember the plot. Couldn't remember a single character's name. All of that lost, the moment Jason had dropped onto the couch with her. Forgotten as he'd turned hauntingly glowing eyes towards her and leaned in to greet her with a kiss.
A single kiss that had turned into two, then three kisses. Four and five. Six, seven eight... Countless amounts of them, each of them lazy but affectionate things, exchanged between breaths and murmurings about his day, then hers. His friendly complaints that weren't really complaints, then her noises of understanding.
It's good, soft. A tender moment shared in the middle of the night. Everything she's ever wanted, and perhaps everything they've both ever needed.
Birdie inhales, exhales. Smiles up at him like a lost dreamer, and then blinks suddenly to awareness as the smell of something burning finally hits her. "Shit, the cookies!"
