That Stupid Leather Jacket
(prompt: imagine Jason lets you borrow his leather jacket, but forgets to take it back before it’s too late.)
ii. all we do is drive.
Even now, sitting in the passenger’s seat, Y/N still can’t believe she actually left with a boy she’d just met.
Her pearly whites clash together in a brutal brawl, gnawing and gnashing. Her fingers bury themselves between her thighs. Despite the heater flooding the car with warmth, Y/N trembles in her seat. Anxiety claws at her throat, her chest, stings in her eyes. Why had she done this? This was so stupid. This man could kidnap her, finesse her right out of the state, the country even. But don’t people do this all the time? One night stands, right?
The woman seethes silently. Her eyes narrow accusingly at the driver. It’s all his stupid fault. With all his charm and sarcasm and sexiness– there’s something so irritatingly addicting about him that takes her apart and puts her back together all in one fell swoop.
“What’s with the staring?”
Y/N practically flies out of her own skin as she comes eye to eye with the prettiest blue she’s ever seen in her life. “H-Huh?”
Jason raises a brow. How had this girl not noticed she’d been staring at him since he helped her into the car 20 minutes ago? She’d been gazing mighty hard too.
He snorts softly, tongue peaking out to flick across his bottom lip. His eyes shift back to the road, millions of different thoughts swarming his mind. Does she find him attractive? Jason’s hand tightens on the steering wheel and his legs shift. He can’t help but wonder if she’s drawn to him the way he’s drawn to her.
“Alright, princess. What ever floats your boat.” Her body slides towards the window, bringing his eyes back to her. He subconsciously slows the car’s pace as he glances over her for the hundredth time that night. His eyes fall from her softly chattering teeth, to her shaking arms, and lastly to the hands captured between her legs.
Y/N brings her eyes up from the radio to Jason’s face, wide eyed and concern dancing with words across her tongue. “What’s–”
Before she can really tell what’s happening, or even get her question through her teeth, his leather jacket’s being slung around her shoulders- or, more accurately, one of her shoulders and half of her head - awkwardly and Jason’s hand is turning the heat on just a little higher.
“Sorry I didn’t notice sooner.” He mutters, leaning back into the driver’s seat and presses on the gas pedal with just a bit more force.
His action soothes her edginess and her quivering gradually stops. She slowly rights the jacket and submits to the desperately needed warmth, completely incapable of stopping the smile that spreads across her mouth.
She thinks she tastes something sweet.
“This is me,” Y/N announces, fingers almost blind in searching for the seat belt buckle.
The girl grabs her belongings, steps out of the car, and then scurries up her driveway.
Before opening the door, she turns around to face her savior. He’s watching her with expectant eyes.
“Thank you!“ She presses into the door just a little more. “I really love you for this, Jason.” His name tastes just as sweet as it sounds. She wants to say it again and again.
He smirks, smug with himself at her declaration of appreciation. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
With a heavy heart, she waves him off and listens as the rumble of the car fades and fades and fades.
Y/N curses with a groan and reaches under the welcome mat to grab the spare key to the house.
She steps into the house and drops all of her stuff into a neat little pile on the floor. On her journey to the bedroom, Y/N kicks off her heels and then sheds out of Jason’s leather jacket. As she plops onto the bed, she makes a mental note to at least call the girls to make sure she that they got home safely-
Y/N spins around, eyes wide with shock and confusion.