“You’re adorable, and I can’t believe I have you all to myself.”
“Mmmm…” hums Junkrat contentedly. Long, lanky arms circle around your waist as he nuzzles deeper against your chest. The novel you’re reading shifts as your book rest restlessly repositions atop you.
He’s been like this all day, clingy and starved for your affection. A part of you wants to find it annoying, but he’s just so damn endearing that you can’t. So you allow him to invade your personal space whenever he wants – draping himself over you while you make lunch, surprising you with hugs from behind, initiating impromptu tickle fights – generally going out of his way to touch you any way he can.
Another long, pleased sigh escapes him.
Time to take this bait. “Something on your mind, Jamie?” you ask at last, lowering your book to afford him a patient smile.
A manic little grin curves his lip as he looks up at you. “Oh, I was just… thinkin’.”
“About blowing something up?” you ask, marking your place in your book and closing it.
Immediately, he pushes himself onto all fours, hovering over you with a mock affronted look on his pointy features. Despite his pout, you smile. What a dork.
“No! Okay, well, maybe just a little bit,” he says, expression turning slightly sheepish. A light blush blooms across his cheeks and ears when you laugh. “But I was just thinkin’ what a lucky bloke I am to have you. Even just as a pillow,” he adds, and his lopsided grin widens. Your heart lurches a little. Oh, no. Suddenly the realization of what he’s been trying to accomplish all day dawns on you.
“Ugh, you fucker! That’s so cute! I’m gonna die!” you groan, covering your face with your hands while he giggles wickedly. As he leans down to nuzzle gently against your neck, a hot, steady blush crawls across your neck and face.
“Got you to blush, babe,” he says in a sing-song voice. An enraged squeak escapes you.
“You blushed first!” you say accusatorily.
“Nah, trick of the light.”
“Jamison Fawkes, you cheating –”
He silences you with a little kiss, chaste and quick, but brimming with possibility. Grinning that wicked grin, he withdraws just a little to see the dazed look on your face. “You’re adorable, babe, and I can’t believe I have you all to myself.”
Keith; “It’s not that bad..”. Lance: “mmh…man you’d think a large assassin organisation like the Blade would have at least something in place, like Space Obamacare or whatever.” Keith: “Pffft” Lance: “Ahhhhh there’s that shmuck Mullet face.”