For the kiss prompts, 63. Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek/Forehead For The Hello/Goodbye Kiss Without Even Looking Up From What They’re Doing, please? Thank you! ❤️

Thanks for giving me this prompt :) Sorry for the longgg wait @through-my-shadow! This prompt was tricky gurl! I wrote a good half a fic before scrapping that idea and starting this new one to fit this prompt XD. I hope you enjoy it! I hope it was worth the wait.

In a dimly lit living room, a beautiful woman dozed, tucked beneath a thick fuzzy fleece blanket. In the deepness of her slumber, her arm dangled over the side of the couch she lay curled up upon. Loosely curled fingers had found their way into a bed of fur, grazing the soft snow white strands with each slow breath she took and released. Much like her, the toasty warmth of the apartment’s central heating, a full belly and a long day had lulled the majestic albino husky into a sleepy state. The television playing some random late night program, with its volume on low provided the perfect ambient white noise, accompanying the woman and her furry companion as they floated through their dreams.

Peacefully drifting, the sensation of something stroking her face pierced through her hazy mind. Fingers brushed aside her hair that lay across her face in sleep and tucked the strands behind her ear, lingering at her temple, swirling just by her eye then, traveling south to circle the apple of her cheekbone and down along the curve of her cheek. Back and forth that feather light touch went, in tender slow motions tugging at her senses, gently rousing her from sleep. 

Opening her sleep blurry eyes, they widened in an instant to a most welcoming sight. The person she had been waiting for the whole night was finally home.“Hello, love. You didn’t have to wait up for me. You could have gone to bed first.”

“Nonsense. I would wait for you all night if I could.” Opening her arms to him, Dany smiled as Jon dove into them without much prompting needed. Arms closing around his shoulders, she mumbled by her husband’s ear: “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. So much, more than you know.”

Jon’s warm breath tickled her ear but it was the weariness in his voice made her pull back from his embrace. Dany allowed herself to take in her husband’s appearance properly for the first time that evening.

Gone was the fresh faced, bright eyed husband that she sent out the door that morning. In the bright glow of the television, the circles under his eyes stood out so much, hanging heavy below his eyes in the form of dark bruises which would look cute on panda bears but on him, they made him look so haggard. His previously tamed curls had sprung free and now stood up in all directions from him running his fingers through them while stressed perhaps. Dany’s heart ached for him. He was so tired.

“Did you have a horrible time at work?” Scooting closer to him on the couch, Dany reached up and cupped his face in her hands. Smoothing her thumbs over his top lip, she could feel a tired smile forming under her fingers.

“Horrible is an understatement.” He chuckled humourlessly. “Just before we were due to leave for the week, there was a black out which lasted for about a good hour or so. Care to guess who made the biggest fool out of himself today?”

“Oh no….” Dany breathed, having a very good idea at what happened next.

“Yup. Someone forgot to save his document and ended up having to redo the entire thing once the power came back.” Touching his forehead to hers, Jon sighed. His five o’ clock stubble scratched at the tender skin of her palms as he spoke, leaning into her touch. “I’m just so relieved that the day is over now.”

“Me too.” Nudging her nose against his, Dany’s fingers slid into the soft raven waves sprouting from Jon’s head. Laughing, she couldn’t help but tease her spouse a little. “Note to self, always remember to save your work.”

“Mhmm. Definitely have to remember that.”

The couple sat together for a few moments in comfortable ease, with only their quiet breathing and the sound of their dog’s snores to fill the space of their living room. Until, Jon started nodding off, forehead still pressed against his wife’s. Now, more pushing into her than lightly pressing.

Turning off the tv with a click of that red little button on the remote, taking his hand in hers, Dany stood up and gave it a tug. “Come on then, let’s get you to bed.”

Nodding, Jon got to his feet. So exhausted, he had no complains whatsoever. Silently, with his eyes closed, he let his wife lead the way to their bedroom to get ready for bed.

All washed up and changed into their sleep wear, a pair of sweats, a well worn tee shirt that used to be grey but had long faded to white for Jon and an old college jersey paired with comfy cotton shorts for Dany, the lovers were ready for a good night’s sleep. 

Flipping up the light switch on the wall, their room was plunged into darkness, save for the sliver of silver from the moon slithering in through the crack in the curtains. On bared feet, footsteps muffled by the carpet below, Dany padded over to their bed where Jon was already huddled beneath the covers, dozing on his side. Lifting the covers on her side of the bed, she slid under them and lay her head on her pillow.

Instinctively seeking for her, Jon rolled over to snuggle into her side. His arms were snakes around her midsection, pulling her to him. Curling himself around her, he promptly buried his nose into her hair and sighed a contented little sigh, almost as if having her in his arms was just what he needed to expel all the tension in his body. With a sleepy, near incoherent “I love you” and a “sleep well”, murmured by his darling wife’s ear, Jon’s eyelids drooped and fell shut. However, not before his lips found the back of her head in a smooch. Her poor exhausted Jon was already half way to sleep and yet he still couldn’t forget to kiss her goodnight.

Grabbing the warm hand clutching at her waist to her lips, she placed a kiss of her own to the centre of its palm before draping it across her waist once more. Bidding him a quiet good night, she whispered into the darkened room, “Sleep well, Jon. I love you so much.” He probably wouldn’t hear her, but she said it anyway. After all, it was only polite and routines were meant to be followed.

A kiss goodnight and an ‘I love you’ was a ritual of their own creation, since the very first night they spent together, cuddled up on a single mattress in her old studio apartment. Although, the bed was now bigger and the apartment was one that was meant for two, some things never changed. Wriggling in his arms, Dany tucked herself firmly into her husband’s hold, aligning her curves seamlessly against the hard plains of his front and closed her eyes. Just before joining her lover for some much needed shut eye, Dany decided that she would make Jon breakfast in bed the following morning and let him sleep in a little.

Thank god for weekends.

71 for jonerys kiss prompts ❤

A Gentle “I Love You” Whispered After A Soft Kiss, Followed Immediately By A Stronger Kiss

This prompt is super fun to write hehe. Mainly because it fits this idea that I already had planned for future use hehehe. But thank you so much mama, @adecila for suggesting this, for making me start on actually developing this plot bunny hehe! I hope you like it! This little fic of mild angst with a lovely ending ^3^

PS: this plot will come up sometime in the future yes.

“I love you.”

For so long those three words had hovered at the back of his throat. He never dared say them aloud, not even to himself, so afraid that uttering them would tarnish its beauty. It meant more if they were kept inside, tucked away in a space within his heart. That way, he could feel the emotions those words carry much more acutely if they lived right by his now thundering organ within his chest.

“I love you.”

He couldn’t hear anything over the roar of blood rushing to his head as he froze, watching his best friend’s eyes as they grew infinitesimally wider and wider. He watched as a slender pale hand rose to touch her plump lips, fingers gingerly tracing the imprint left from his own. 

He could always read her. Dany’s eyes told him everything he needs to know about her. How she felt, what she was thinking, what she wanted to do. But now? He couldn’t see pass the impassive shroud over the windows of her soul.

Those three little words had the power to cause irreversible damage, he knew that too. The only good thing remaining since the news of her engagement broke out was her promise to him that they would always be the best of friends. Had he squandered everything they had? Was he about to lose the only link he had with the love of his life? A sharp jolt of panic shot through his chest.

What had he done?

So ashamed of how he felt, so embarrassed by his unfortunate boldness, Jon ducked his head. His chin digging into his chest as his unruly bangs fell forwards over his eyes. A blessing it was for he couldn’t face the woman who held his heart from the very moment he had met her as that little girl with her pile of books, under her lemon tree. This woman with a heart that was not his to covert. It would never be his now.

The soft touch of her fingers to his cheeks had his flinching. He wished that she would just tell him that she was sorry and that she was already in love with someone else. He didn’t need her to pity him. Scrunching his eyes shut, he curled his fingers inwards. The sting from his nails forced him to stay still, to not let the burn in his heart and the tears in his eyes to slip out.

To his utter astonishment, Dany stepped closer to him, right up to him until their fronts were pressed seamlessly together. Ensconced between the tree behind his back and the solid weight of the woman in front of him with her arms around him, he had no place to escape to. His traitorous heart pounded away within his chest, longing so badly to reach for hers. She was so close now that he couldn’t evade her gaze anymore. Slowly, he brought his gaze up to meet hers. Peering into her eyes for a few moments, searching for that rejection he was so sure would come. All he could see within them shocked him to the core.

In them, he saw no hatred, no anger or animosity. Instead, to his confusion, he saw pure unadulterated adoration. In the twinkle of her intelligent eyes, he found himself falling for her once more. A flicker of a flame called hope came to life in his chest. Nothing could have prepared him more for what came next.

A pair of soft lips found his in a kiss that sucked all the breath out of his lungs. She was kissing him!

Hard.

Jon’s mind momentarily stalled. The softness he felt earlier seemed ten times more acute. His soft peck from before couldn’t compare to this. All his senses were honed onto the gentle yet incessant pulsing of Dany’s petal like lips against his. Hesitantly, he pressed his lips to hers in return. Another jolt of surprise zinged through him, he could practicality feel her lips morph into a smile. She seemed glad that he was kissing her back. 

Jon didn’t know what was happening but boy did he kiss her back. He could no longer hold back his desire for this woman in his arms. She knew how he felt and yet she hadn’t fled for the hills! Those fingers clenched so hard to his sides loosened and before he knew it, one of his hands had meandered up her side and into her wavy silver curls while the other was pressed to the small of her back, pushing her closer to him.

Tilting his head for a better angle, he flicked his tongue across her bottom lip. A silent request for her to grant him entrance. A request to taste her for the very first time. A request she granted with a quiet sigh. Like a man parched, he dove in. He took his time to savour her, every happy moan of hers was a song to his ears and a melody for his heart to dance to.

What Jon was oblivious to when it came to Dany was that she felt the same way for him. Have since the age of fourteen when Jon’s body started filling out his brother’s hand me downs and his voice started to deepen. The weird flush to her cheeks and the staccato beating of her heart told her that he was different to when they were little, something had changed. Chalking it up to teenage hormones, her rational mind forced her to push all those feelings away, in time they would pass and she would be back to tumbling with her best friend down the grassy hill behind her house again.

Unfortunately, the days of rough play and rolling around never came back. Both of them were more occupied with new friendships and for her, her studies and for him, his family’s farm. They drifted apart when she went to college in the big city but she always, always kept her weekends free for him. She drove back home to visit, she wrote letters and called him whenever she could and he did the same.

That strange feeling she felt when he was near never lessened with time. So much so, that she had learned to live with it. She associated them with her Jon. Her best friend, her confidant, the boy and the man who always came to her. With a simple “I need you” spoken over the phone, he would be there as soon as he could to hold her, to lend her a shoulder or a listening ear.

She never knew how to define the strange sensation that came over when she was in his presence. Not until she found herself in a relationship with a co-worker from work. Sure, he was sweet and nice enough but every time they held hands or swapped kisses, there was never a spark or a flutter in her belly. 

Something was missing. 

In the nights when Jim was asleep and there was nothing to occupy her mind, her thoughts would always drift to her Jon and those strange sensations he aroused in her when they were together. She missed him so much. When she started working, he hardly ever came to visit anymore what with the family farm now his to run entirely after his father’s death. It was on one of those nights that she had an epiphany. What if the thing missing in her relationship with Jim wasn’t missing, she just had the wrong man!

But by then, Jim had already asked for her hand. Jim was a safer choice and she could tell how hard he was working at loving her, so she stayed. Maybe she could learn to love him back. She couldn’t ditch her future in the department for a slight chance that an old friend might love her back. What if Jon was already happily married to someone back home?

Oh how silly she was! Who knew all it would take was her coming back to the place she grew up for a visit to her family and break the news of her engagement for the tides to turn?

Both of them yearned for their kisses to last but sadly, they were only mortals who required oxygen to live. Pulling back from him, she smiled an indulgent smile at his adorable glassy eyed expression. Now, in her Jon’s arms, she never felt happier as her heart thudded away and her cheeks were no doubt a rosy pink. She knew now that this was where she truly belonged.

Brushing a curl away from his face, still enclosed in his loose embrace, all she said to him was, “I love you too.”