honeyhour

[honeyhour]

“i didn’t say it would be bad! god, you’re starting to sound like me by immediately assuming the worst… i might need a quick example of what level of dance skills i’m dealing with here, but other than that, you really don’t need to work that hard. it doesn’t take much to seduce me. not when it’s you.” maybe she should have a bit more shame about how easy it is for him to reel her in, but why pretend? she’s not particularly skilled at hiding the frequent blushing or overt staring and getting teased because of it tends to work out in her favour anyway. what’s a little embarrassment when they’ll both get what they want in the end? “fine, you can believe whatever you want… if it makes you feel better though, i’m really glad i get to see it. you’re gonna hate me for saying this, but i think being a softie suits you.” then again, most things do. home used to be a fairly obscure concept for este, something painfully unfamiliar and always so far out of reach; but in recent months, she’s finally learned what most everyone has been lucky enough to understand from birth. it’s a place where you never feel alone, unheld, unloved, and jesper is the one who gave that to her. even if he continues to joke about the death of his tough guy reputation (and she’s sure he will), it’s simply not her fault that she’s never been capable of doing anything other than adoring him. if that’s what made his jagged edges start to soften, so be it. “good, you should. i’m very trustworthy.” with her mouth pressed warmly to his, a content sigh passes between them, allowing him to feel just how settled she is when wrapped up in his arms, even after the chaotic chain of events that preceded it. “do you also believe me when i say you’re the love of my life?”

last he checked, there had been no complaints in the very naked department but he can quickly see why it would be an issue if the alarm wasn't one that came from his phone but rather some emergency vehicle outside. no explanation really needed should someone walk in and see but no less traumatic if he were in her shoes. "maybe i did plan on giving you a lap dance! would that have been so bad? now that i know your true feelings on it, probably a good idea i've never bothered with one..." that and he doesn't exactly know how to work all of his limbs together cohesively enough for anything to be considered 'good dancing'. bopping his head and swaying to music in a club is leagues different to what meets the minimum threshold for working at a strip club. with lips still very much pressed to hers, jesper makes sure to exaggerate the downward curvature of his pout so she can feel the full extent of his 'sadness'. "yes, you were the one who turned me into this... because to your point, nobody was supposed to see this." not now, not ever. even in his crapshoot relationship with cora, he'd only dated her because she asked and he didn't have any other reason to really say no. admittedly, looks on the surface had also captivated him at the time but the moment este came into the picture, he realized just how big of a mistake he'd made picking the less attractive sister. call him shallow but he won't deny it. "hmm, alright." he concedes easily enough, relaxing the pout of his lips to continue lavishing her with soft strokes of his tongue. "i believe you."

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���yeah, one time where i was scared awake! you're forgetting that i was very naked and vulnerable… and i almost fell out of bed because of it.” since then, she’s taken care to not fall asleep so close to the edge just in case. despite getting good at rising before the alarm starts blaring, what if she’s especially tired one day and doesn’t make it in time? it’s better to be safe than sorry. “oh right, because that totally sounds like something i would say… besides, what’s the ‘sexy way’ of sitting on me? are you thinking about giving me a lap dance or something?” okay, so their friends would probably jump to the conclusion of it being something explicit based on their penchant of always keeping a hand on each other or heading home early under the guise of wanting some rest. she couldn't argue with that, but all it does it make her want to tell them even more, if only to watch their faces change when she explains that nope, he quite literally sat on me. then screamed. possibly the least sexy thing that could’ve happened in all honesty. “you’re a huge dork, sweetheart. was i really the one who turned you into that though? i have a suspicion that it might’ve always been there deep down. you were just really good at hiding it.” este sure hadn’t fallen for the act, but she could see why others would and considers herself very fortunate to be one of the few people — if not the only person — to see him that way; walls lowered, no tough guy persona. she tries to channel her appreciation into the kiss he offers, eyes falling shut as she slowly turns it into soft laps of her tongue and little pleased hums at his taste. “well, you’ve got me. i promise my evening is far from ruined.”

"yeah, yeah... keep blaming my alarm for everything. it was one time!" and one time is apparently all it takes for either one of them to make fun of the other perpetually. there's a real fear that should they ever think to jot them all down, the list will be longer than the length of jesper's body, single-spaced. "no, i think you think i'm just the worst. you can tell all of your friends that your boyfriend did the worst thing the other day by sitting on you - and not even in the sexy way!" felt like he really needed to clarify there for some reason, as if that's the first thing their friends are going to assume based on the amount of 'headaches' they've received over the last three weeks alone. early phases of the relationship and they've already bailed more than a handful of times just to satiate needs they didn't realize would surface at such inconvenient times. her stern look is mimicked with a much less serious one of his own, jesper having the most difficult time trying to keep the crease of his forehead deep and menacing. hard to do when the muscles in your face ache from smiling too much, turns out. "i'm a dork? fuck, there goes my reputation again. you know, i don't know how i feel about you turning me into a real softie. my street cred will never be the same again..." but before she can huff a bit about how maybe his life has 'turned for the worst' by her presence, jesper reaches up to take her cheek in his hand, tilts her face up, and gifts a deep kiss. "good. i'd rather have you."

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“you’re the one who used the word evil! i was just following your lead.” he doesn’t seem to mind all that much, which is nice to see for someone who has absolutely no idea where she stands right now. her boyfriend’s constant irritation towards him has always been a point of interest for maggie and she still has no idea why warner bothered to bid on her basket out of everybody’s. was it intended as an olive branch or was he actually trying to rock the boat? “uh, yeah, that’s… probably a good idea.” a slight nod of the head and she awkwardly falls into step beside him, doing her very best to quite literally put the lover's quarrel behind her. “honestly, i’m surprised you even know about that spot. it’s not actually that popular and you’ve only been here for… how long now?”

"unholy? jeez, maggie, i'm not the antichrist, i'm just a little bit of an anarchist. a rebel without a cause, if you will." warner shoots her a smile, hoping her response possibly means that she's willing to play along with him, just a little. he's thankful at least that she doesn't seem to hate him, though she could for her boyfriend's sake. this is why he likes maggie. well, one of many reasons. she's her own person, even despite bullshit like that. his brows raise and he gives her a bigger grin, lifting up the basket. he sees that she's still a little uneasy, but he intends to make this as easy as possible on her. "cool... uh, should we find somewhere less full of people who are gonna go gossiping about us hanging out?" he offers, turning to look around. "could do that little park behind the library?" it's a little older and more overgrown, but he'd grown fond of it.

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“that’s not what i meant and you know it.” the happiness on este’s face remains, not doing much at all to help her argument and likely leading them further into a cycle of appreciation for one another. her eyes may roll, but she’s certainly not mad about it. “damn, sorry for having so much built up energy inside my little body. it takes a lot to truly tire me out, but i’m pretty sure not even my deepest sleep could stop me from hearing that alarm.” in fact, she would put money on jesper being the one and only person whose dreams wouldn’t be pierced by the sound. his blissful ignorance is sort of impressive in its own strange way, although it does mean that she’s beyond screwed if he’s ever taking a nap during an emergency. like hell is a phone call going to be more successful in waking him up. “shut up, you’re not awful!” the gentle shake gives este an excuse to hold on tighter, letting her arms come to wind around his neck while she fixes him with her best attempt at a stern look. “don’t talk about my boyfriend like that. i mean, yeah, the mood changed pretty quickly and i’ll admit that getting sat on kinda hurt… but you checked me over afterwards! i trust your diagnosis that there’s no broken bones or anything to be worried about.” today’s practice gave her more injuries than having his full weight on top of her for a split second and once she stopped milking the dramatics of it all, it did become funnier to look back on. yet another mistake she won’t ever let him forget. “i know you’re used to that type of thing, but there are no points here, dork. you're a perpetual winner.”

"cute? damn, you got me there..." it's a blanket description that's apt in practically all scenarios but somehow, este does manage to reach new heights when he least expects it. should he be surprised? not really, since este seems to have a proclivity to master anything she puts her mind to but he still feels it's wholly unfair that she doesn't even have to try with something like this! "some things will just stick with you for the rest of your life but hey, makes for a good story if you need to pull one out of thin air. i'm just a tired guy! i can't believe that you're not dead to the world while you're sleeping." there have been pockets in time where he finds that este could come close to it after a particularly grueling practice or one that leaves her entirely too frustrated to really function unless she's under the cover of blankets or a duvet afterwards... but surely with a much tinier body, she'd run out of reserves quicker, right? "uh, well..." jesper mocks lightly, bobbing his head from side to side as he waits for an answer knowing that he's absolutely right. joke or not, they were both getting to be rather annoying within their group of friends and with more and more discoveries to be made, he doesn't exactly see that train stopping anytime soon. when she finally concedes, jesper can't help but laugh, his arms around her to give her tinier frame a good little shake all over. "i didn't do anything! i'm awful. worst boyfriend ever. crashes out whenever someone calls him a bottom. i basically ruined your entire evening and this was after i sat on you. that should be enough to set me back a few points."

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“right, i bet. kinda makes me wonder what else is on that agenda before you decide your unholy mission is complete.” ideally nothing else that could blow back on her somehow. now that would be wonderful. it turns out it doesn’t matter whether or not she’s a totally innocent party — she’s gonna get shit for it either way. with a quiet sigh, maggie unfolds the arms crossed over her chest and quickly considers her options. to be frank, she doesn’t want to go chasing after someone just to get stuck in another argument she won’t be allowed to win, so where does that leave her? “yeah, okay... i mean, you did pay for it. it’s only fair.” she tries to muster up a smile and is only partially successful with the sincerity. baby steps. “where did you wanna sit?”

it's way too tempting to want to keep pushing the issue, mostly because warner can't imagine being with a girl like her and acting like that, but maggie's hesitation gives him pause. he waits, head tilting as he raises his eyebrows, wondering if she's going to excuse her boyfriend's behaviour or not. he takes a breath as she explains, shoulders falling. "well, he's not entirely wrong. he's just an obstacle in my overall evil agenda to bring chaos to this weird ass town." he smiled, trying to indicate that he was very much kidding. warner stands up straighter, hopeful that they can salvage this whole picnic thing. "so, does that mean you're gonna come devour this thing with me?"

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“don’t i always look at you like this?” the praise only serves to keep este’s smile firmly in place, all too eager to accept any and all forms of affection he’s willing to offer. being someone who doesn’t exactly do nonchalant, she never bothers trying to act cool or unaffected by it. he wouldn’t believe it anyway. “it’s a decent excuse, i’ll give you that. it doesn’t mean i’ll be forgetting the sheer panic that came the first time i heard it, but i’m grateful you were open to making a few improvements at least. i still can’t believe how dead to the world you are while you’re sleeping.” if she wasn’t close enough to feel the subtle rise and fall of his chest, she would be afraid he’d stopped breathing altogether. it can take a concerning amount of slaps on her part before he even begins to stir and she’s not above feeling his pulse just to be totally sure he hasn’t checked out in the last eight hours. “uh, well…” the answer is plain as day, but she still lets her gaze drift while pretending to think it over. with the amount of photos of him in her camera roll growing each day and her newfound skill of mentioning jesper regardless of the original conversation topic, calling her obsessed would be a rather fair assessment. can she really be blamed though? she’d been forced to keep her feelings for him bottled up for so long; now that those restrictions have been lifted, there’s no going back. consider it making up for lost time. “okay, i might be. i guess i got there pretty fast, but i think you’re more to blame for that than i am.” she stays close, breathing the words against his lips like she can’t stand to be away from him for a second. “don’t be so wonderful and i can finally give everyone a break.”

"you do," jesper is happy to echo, especially now that he can see her reaction immediately after said reassurance. for her to brightly light up like that... he really must have dropped the ball on praising her for all of the good things she's done. the last thing he wants is for este to think she's lacking in any way, knowing how that could impact her in a similar way to how her family has villainized her. above all, she needs to know that she's done nothing to slight him or treat him poorly so the least he can do is show his appreciation outright. "god, you're so fucking cute... i can't handle it when you smile like that." a need to just shake her is substituted with a quick kiss, and again and again all over her visage. "aww, thanks, i'm really glad that worked. i'm not lying when i said it slipped my mind though. i guess i'm so used to it and nobody ever really stays the night so i never think to turn it off — even on the weekends. we've learned though, made some changes." arguably for the betterment of her mental health and start to the day. unfortunately, that does put him at a greater risk of not waking up in the mornings but if that's the case and este manages to stir in her sleep instead, he's got a second line of attack to rip him from his slumber. kind as she may be in tapping him awake most mornings, that is still apt in the way it feels when he's in the middle of a dream. "that is a good point..." he starts up, greedily leaning forward to chase her lips so that she doesn't pull away just yet when he takes advantage of 'being her favorite', "...but what do you mean slowly? you sure you're not there yet, baby?"

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“that… doesn’t exactly sound like a healthy relationship, sof.” understatement of the century, but for once, salem is trying a more gentle approach. how long it will last is yet to be determined. “if you can’t even trust him to be faithful, can you really trust him to tell you the truth? how do you even know that was the first time he's cheated on you?”

sofia dropped her gaze, shoulders raising in a small shrug. " i don't know. " she admitted, head tilting back against the wall. " i want to believe him, i do ... he can be very convincing when it matters. i do believe him at the time and then after, i guess i still have doubts. "

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“he’s not usually like that. he just—” she stops herself short for a moment as she contemplates how honest she’s going to be here. a part of her worries that she’s going to fuel the fire of their petty rivalry and make matters ten times worse; but at the same time, she’s technically not saying anything he wouldn’t already have figured out for himself. “he hates you. i don’t really know why. i’ve tried talking to him about it, but… i don’t know, it’s like he thinks you’re out to get him or something.” a baffled shrug. he hadn't stuck around long enough to let maggie dig any deeper than that. “whatever, it’s fine. it’s tradition and i’m not taking the blame for it.”

although it was an extremely fair question, it still catches warner off guard as he tightens his grip on the handle of the basket. he swallows, brows furrowing together. with her boyfriend gone, he knows he shouldn't be expecting her to be in some sort of good mood, but it certainly puts a damper on his fun if she's genuinely upset. "well, it could have been funny, if he weren't... him." he offers, sucking in a breath. he's avoiding the question, apparently and he's not proud of it. "i mean, if you wanna go off and find him after we eat, you're welcome to, but admittedly, i think you can do better than a guy who throws temper tantrums."

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“i have no intentions of letting them know, so at least they won’t get the satisfaction of hearing about it. they’ll just have to keep getting mad and punching a wall every time i post about you, or whatever it is they do.” this won’t be changing her posting habits by any means — like hell is she going to let anyone influence her that much — but she knows better now than to bring up anything the comments say about jesper that isn’t unquestionably positive. anything to prevent another incident like this one. “i do?” the radiance of este’s smile lights up every corner of her face, from the crinkles at the corner of her eyes to the flush that appears on her cheeks. “ah, damn it... okay, fine. i guess i can be persuaded into giving you a pass for the harsh wake up call. you sweet talked your way to forgiveness.” that’s all she really wanted, after all; to know that he’s able to feel the comfort and affection she tries so hard to provide. the fear of being too much and not enough simultaneously is something she grapples with often and it turns out a bit of simple reassurance goes a long way. it even helps her laugh more freely at the gentle nip to her hand, one shoulder lifting in a lazy shrug. “you’re right, i haven’t... but out of the few things that are mine these days, i can easily say you’re my favourite.” it has her leaning in and planting a warm, fond kiss right on that familiar smirk of his. “how could i not be a little selfish with that sometimes? if you asked, i'd be pretty happy to let you fill all aspects of my life. i'll slowly turn into one of those girls who never shuts up about their boyfriend.”

"i don't like the fact that those assholes won. they don't exactly deserve it and it makes you feel all the worse over the fact." now that he's out of his little rut, hindsight is a lot clearer and it quickly dawns on him that the one whose ego should be most crushed is the lovergirl's sat on his lap. "i... there's a lot to be sorry about. i had you thinking that they were more important to me than you. the fact that anyone pulls ahead should be cause for concern," and since he knows that he's pretty bad with words, jesper continues on after a quick kiss to the corner of her lips. "you're amazing. you're thoughtful and witty and clever and you make me feel like i'm on top of the world. better than any tennis high i've ever chased, which is saying a lot considering that's what my whole world has revolved around. so yeah, because of that i should've also warned you about the alarm but if memory serves me correctly, you and i were too busy having fun to really think about the morning after." that he remembers quite fondly and has no qualms with. totally blissed out and falling in each other's arms naked totally takes priority to warning her about his screeching alarm; it's no wonder it was the last thing on his mind until the following morning when he was abruptly awaked by not the alarm but este's tiny smacks. his head turns into her palm and he lightly bites at the inside curve of her hand, the corners of his lips upturned into a smirk. "you can be selfish with me. you haven't had a lot of things in your life to call yours. i can fill that part of your life, if you want me to."

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“forget the stupid basket for a minute. why did you do it? outbid him, i mean.” considering this whole thing is supposed to be for charity, she shouldn’t really complain about his contributions. but as things currently stand, she’s just watched her boyfriend storm off like a child throwing a temper tantrum and sitting down for a nice lunch is the very last thing on her mind. “it wasn’t funny if that’s what you were aiming for… i don’t wanna be in a fight with him and now he’s gonna be scowling all day because of you.”

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"wow, he sure seemed chipper." warner couldn't wipe the smug look off his face if he tried, hand still tightly holding onto the basket he'd bid a mere ten dollars more than her boyfriend had for. he had stormed off, insisting that she didn't follow and now the two of them were left there on the edge of the town square, his eyes studying her before they softened slightly. "he'll get over it. what's in here, anyway?" paired up couples with their own baskets were beginning to make their way to spots across town, some using the grass and others heading off towards the nearby lake. warner didn't expect she'd want to stick around, but he was telling himself it wasn't about her.

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“oh, he promised…” the word is repeated with an underlying tone of disdain that she quickly tries to cover up by continuing on like nothing is amiss. “i don’t know, i guess it depends. do you really believe him when he says it won't happen again or do you just want to?”

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“i know, i understand how you found your way there. it’s just a shame it meant those assholes won, even if it was only for a few minutes. they don’t deserve that.” in fact, they’d be far too smug if they knew the impact they’d made and that hypothetical alone irritates este. blocking them almost feels too nice of a punishment after all this. “you don’t have to make up for it though. i mean, it’s not like you really did anything wrong... as long as you’re feeling better, it’s okay.” the moment has passed and egos are (slowly) on their way to being healed. once they both have some time to properly lick their wounds, she’s sure she’ll be able to get over it. well... probably. as a natural pouter, she can’t make any promises. “jesper, there’s no way you don’t realise how awful it is. seriously, how do you not wake up in a panic every day of your life? it scares the shit out of me.” she also hadn’t gotten a warning the first time, which certainly didn’t help matters. no ‘hey, by the way, i have an alarm set that sounds like you’re about to be mauled by howler monkeys. hope that’s cool!’ before they drifted off to sleep. just a moment of pure chaos and este desperately trying to cover her ears. it’s safe to say she was even grumpier than him that morning and since then, she’s had no real choice but to take matters into her own hands. “nothing? that’s some high praise.” while sliding a hand up to cradle his jaw, a quiet noise rumbles in her throat, the sound practically dripping with satisfaction. “you can’t exactly bottle me up and bring me with you to training though, so coffee still feels like the more appropriate choice for helping you out. i just get a little… ahead of myself sometimes and choose the selfish option.”

"i'm gonna be honest, that makes me sound really gay and i want you to know that i'm not. i think it just took me off guard and that bruised my ego in turn. i'm sorry that yours ended up in the cross-fire though... is there anything i can do to make up for it?" creating another window for their amorous activities doesn't seem like the right call since he would be the one to drive it. the whole point was for este to showcase her abilities to flatline his brain and breathe life into his dick so he's a bit short on solutions. besides, she was right — with the roles often reversed, jesper's never really had a shortage of opportunities to huff at something so it stands to reason that she's allowed to do the same. "mmm, smart girl," he coos, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth to seal the deal. no point in saturating with compliments that will just go in one ear and out the other, no matter the intent and how hard he tries to accept them. actions typically speak louder than words so he will actually do his best in coming up with more pointed things for este to take up to showcase that. "no complaints here." jesper even brings his hands up in feigned resignation too. "look — i've had the alarm for so long that it didn't even occur to me how disruptive it would be for someone else. you're telling me you don't enjoy banshee-screaming at six in the morning?" to be fair, neither does he but it does the job! ... sometimes. "hold up, i don't think i said that...." hands return to their rightful spot 'round to the small of her back, scooting her up a bit closer to capture her lips in his. "nothing tastes better than you, sweetheart."

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