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Violet and Jake had a tendency to take everything slow. For the first few months they kissed on occasion, mostly happy enough to hold hands and Violet's tendency to curl up against him while they were watching television. At night, they went back to their respective rooms. Sometimes, Jake would shout from a nightmare and wake up at Violet's gentle prodding, falling asleep again as she tiptoed back to her room. Eventually, she stuck around, playing with his hair and leaning against the headboard, going back to her own room when Jake's breathing evened out. One day, much later than anyone would have expected, Violet simply didn't leave, curling up next to him, her head on his chest and his fingers tangled up in her hair. She woke up blissfully well rested and after a few more nights going from her bed to his, Violet cut out the middle man and padded nervously into his room after she had brushed her teeth, standing at the door awkwardly until Jake shoved back the blanket and she threw herself into bed with him.
That was how they existed for a number of months, content and comfortable and slow. Violet didn't mind, they were both emotionally stunted, damaged beyond belief and while Violet had healed from most of her emotional wounds, Jake was still in the process and she didn't want to push him. She also knew that he didn't want to push her, which was fine, she was okay with taking the lead. Just as she was okay with taking it slow.
It was a good day, the warmth of spring returning enough for a measly bouquet of wildflowers to be put on the coffee table enough for a leisurely walk by the lake and an impromptu spin in Jake's boat, welcoming the melting of the thin layer of snow that had coated the cabin and the clearing for the better part of winter. Jake's therapy had gone well, Violet had gifted him with hanging out in the hot tub while she made dinner and after dinner and dessert of cherry pie and a couple beers, they had queued up a movie and settled into their little campsite that Violet had never put away. The fire was lit against the slight chill, fairy light strung up around the rafters and Violet had changed into her pajamas before curling up next to Jake.
For a while, they watched the movie in silence, Jake's hand tracing lazy circles against her hip. Violet shifted slightly, pressing her toes to the mattress and pushing herself up a bit. It could have just been an errant movement, getting comfortable, except she pushed herself just high enough to press her lips to his neck. Even that could have been considered just a kiss. Until she smiled against his skin, licking a line up his neck, teeth tugging gently at his earlobe, all with the faintest hum of laughter.
There really was no mistaking her intentions now, but she still went slow enough, gentle enough, that Jake could stop her. She just really hoped he wouldn't.
That was how they existed for a number of months, content and comfortable and slow. Violet didn't mind, they were both emotionally stunted, damaged beyond belief and while Violet had healed from most of her emotional wounds, Jake was still in the process and she didn't want to push him. She also knew that he didn't want to push her, which was fine, she was okay with taking the lead. Just as she was okay with taking it slow.
It was a good day, the warmth of spring returning enough for a measly bouquet of wildflowers to be put on the coffee table enough for a leisurely walk by the lake and an impromptu spin in Jake's boat, welcoming the melting of the thin layer of snow that had coated the cabin and the clearing for the better part of winter. Jake's therapy had gone well, Violet had gifted him with hanging out in the hot tub while she made dinner and after dinner and dessert of cherry pie and a couple beers, they had queued up a movie and settled into their little campsite that Violet had never put away. The fire was lit against the slight chill, fairy light strung up around the rafters and Violet had changed into her pajamas before curling up next to Jake.
For a while, they watched the movie in silence, Jake's hand tracing lazy circles against her hip. Violet shifted slightly, pressing her toes to the mattress and pushing herself up a bit. It could have just been an errant movement, getting comfortable, except she pushed herself just high enough to press her lips to his neck. Even that could have been considered just a kiss. Until she smiled against his skin, licking a line up his neck, teeth tugging gently at his earlobe, all with the faintest hum of laughter.
There really was no mistaking her intentions now, but she still went slow enough, gentle enough, that Jake could stop her. She just really hoped he wouldn't.