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ϡ for a kiss that lets you know I love you.
They’ve been arguing for minutes when Jasper suddenly cuts John off with a firm kiss and Jasper never bloody kisses John first and that’s enough to catch John completely off guard.
It’s been all manner of back and forth lately. Whole lot of tension and arguing and bitterness. Jasper’s bloody nuts, ‘course - he always is - but what they’re up against is entirely likely to rip his insides from his body if he even comes close.
That’s the catch, though; John’s not likely to fare a whole lot better, but he’s the one who doesn’t have a lot to live for and the one who’s able to talk himself out of most anything he comes across.
Jasper’s not that guy. Jasper’s more traditional magic. Spells, weapons. But the odds aren’t looking great against this kind of demon even with Jasper’s admittedly impressive arsenal.
Jasper’s still kissing him, a little insistently, now, and John slowly opens up to it and kisses him back, unsure of what he wants to say with this. Then Jasper’s pulling him in by the back of the neck and guiding the kiss more - deepens it, softens it.
John feels something shift in his chest when the tenderness starts to come through.
His bloody plan - Jasper’s plan - is to be bait. To have John do a summoning with a bind to force a new entity to open a portal to push the other one back through, while Jasper throws shrouds at the demon to keep him from knowing and loads them with triggers to let John pull him through.
But Jasper’s entirely likely to die once the jig is up.
On the other hand, so will John, if the whole thing goes to hell.
And maybe that’s what Jasper’s getting at in the kiss.
He’s stroking his fingers through the hair at the base of John’s neck. Kisses him with a myriad of unspoken words.
John feels absolutely pathetic for feeling a little weak in the face of that. But Jasper’s always found a way to command attention, hasn’t he?
When Jasper draws back, he looks John in the eyes, and John looks back with that feeling behind his ribs replaced by something hollow.
Jasper says, “we’re doing this, John. There’s no other way.”
John sighs, runs a hand through his hair, and looks away. “Alright, then. Where’s that bloody grimoire of yours?”