Reverse Jake: > Pounce boyfriend.

[fightingcargos]

[You never thought you would be the kind of fella who would stand idly by while someone beat the crap out of your heart's darling. Turns out, you're not! You're the kind of fella who beats the crap out of said darling himself.]

[You leap into Dirk's personal space, guns ablaze, and attempt to make up for his superior speed with your superior firepower.]

Take THAT you studmuffin!!

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[fightingcargos]

...What?

[sickheartbeats]

Oh, you've caught on.
I've been trying to tell you this all night.

[fightingcargos]

Wait what??
I
WHAT???

[You want to turn around, but he is still inside you, so you have to see to that, first. You bring your hand behind you, gripping him at the base and slowly sliding him out. Your over-sensitive nerves are dully sparking with something between pleasure and pain, and you know you're going to be sore, later, but you really do not give a damn because SOMETHING IMPORTANT IS HAPPENING.]

[When you do turn around, you lean back onto the shower wall with a thunk, hit your head, and have a look of perfect confusion on your face. You put your hands on his shoulders.]

What.

[sickheartbeats]

[You have to bite your lip because you are way too sensitive for anything to be doing down in that area, and it's a good thing you did, because there is something very comical about his priorities, and very endearing about his confusion. It doesn't strike you as a good idea to even chuckle at him, right now, no matter the reason.

No, this is a cards on the table moment, and you try to bear in mind that he's waited three years, making this an actually bigger deal than you already felt it is by virtue of being suddenly a whole lot more vulnerable to him.]

After the insane impact you've made on my life ever since we started dating, would it actually surprise you to hear that I'm falling for you?

[fightingcargos]

...
I cant breathe.

[sickheartbeats]

Oh.

[You're unsure how literally to take this. Ok, so he's overwhelmed. But he's not actually unable to breathe, is he?]

[fightingcargos]

No seriously
I cnnh...

[You get tunnel vision. You only have it together enough to fall foward, into him, instead of onto the floor to crack your head open.]

Jake: > Faint.

[sickheartbeats]

Wait.
No, seriously, come on, please--

[You have killed your boyfriend. He has been threatening to die, but you never thought it would actually happen.

You are way too fucking tired and pudding-y to deal with this, but you cradle and prop him against you anyway. Seriously deadweight. What now?]

Jake, please.

[fightingcargos]

[You wish you could reassure him, but you cannot. YOU HAVE SWOONED INTO HIS ARMS.]

[You are SUCH A LOSER.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You bring yourself to adopt the viewpoint that this will be hilarious to look back on when you're not exhausted and wet and you hair is an unconditioned mess. There's no helping it now, though. You need to get him out, preferably somewhere the humidity levels in the air aren't fucking nuts.

You go for bridal style because he deserves it. Your legs wobble briefly. He's shorter, but heavier than you, and this wouldn't even pose a problem if the hormonal rush weren't working on putting you to sleep.

You manage to make it to the bed, dripping all over the floor across the hall, and make sure he isn't choking on his own tongue.

ROMANCE.]

[fightingcargos]

Jake: > Stir in his arms.

[Whose arms? What are you talking about?]

[sickheartbeats]

[You flop onto the mattress next to him, because seriously, your legs are toast. He's moving, which is a good sign, but you feel for his pulse anyway, and upon deeming it fairly normal, you hold his hand.]

[fightingcargos]

[You blink an eye open. You take in your surroundings.]

...
I didnt.

[sickheartbeats]

You totally did.
Sorry I had to ruin your bodice, I snapped the laces to get you to breathe again.
On the upside, the Golden Globe is pretty much yours.

[fightingcargos]

Oh my god.

[sickheartbeats]

Yeah.

[fightingcargos]

...What the fuck do you say in this sort of situation?
Sorry for fainting on you.
Uh.

[You struggle to unglue your tongue to the roof of your mouth. You feel dehydrated, languid, and sore. In a phrase, WELL FUCKED.]

That wasnt very cool of me.

[sickheartbeats]

It's alright, I figured you'd be back.
I was going to get you a glass of water, but I didn't want to leave you unsupervised.
Also, I can't feel my legs.
Sorry about that.

[fightingcargos]

Im in love with you.

[sickheartbeats]

And I'm pretty damn smitten.
This is a good thing, I think.

[fightingcargos]

Yeah. It is.
Now leave me to die from embarrassment.

[sickheartbeats]

Fuck that.
Cuddling. Now.

[fightingcargos]

[You groan, rolling onto your side.]

[You are still smiling, though, and--wouldn't you know?--your arms are open and inviting.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You make a show of wriggling across the mattress and curling into his arms, and after a second of consideration, drape an arm and leg over him too. Bam. Jake English ain't goin' nowhere.

[fightingcargos]

[You giggle. You have no shame left.]