Prompt by barsonaddict: "Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries."

I felt like it's time for Jessoah to get their own drabble collection. This will be friendship and romance, depending on my mood/inspiration. I hope you'll all like this little dive into SVU Next Gen! :)

Sunday Sun

It had been quite some time since both Jesse and Noah had a Sunday off together, and to them, it had been some dreadful weeks. Since they could think, Sundays were days committed to spending time together, in whatever form that may be. When they were kids, they'd been to the playground, to the zoo, or, on the rainy days, had built blanket forts and made up games as the afternoon dragged on, making the best of every single minute. As they grew into teenagers, they'd spent the whole day watching movies or their favourite tv-series, in summer they'd grabbed their bikes to drive around to explore the city, or just lounged on the roof of the brick house Amanda and Jesse were living in.

Jesse and Noah found it hard to adjust to being apart for increased time periods more often as they reached adulthood, first Noah going off to college, Jesse doing the same just as he'd graduated and applied for the NYPD academy. Whenever they could manage, even if it meant Noah had to drive to Jesse's college in Boston just for a lunch with her, they would meet up on Sundays.

With Jesse choosing the path of an NYPD career as well, it got even harder to arrange their meetings, and the little Sunday traditions were threatened by the fact that they had to take the time off together they could get.

Thus, it felt like a small victory to Jesse when Noah and her settled on the hollywood swing on the roof of the house in which Noah had a small apartment, looking forward to spending the whole Sunday together. It was also the first really warm day of the year, and content smiles were on their faces as they prepared the food they got from their favourite diner a few blocks away. With her best friend by her side, the exhausting week of night shifts that lay behind her seemed like a distant memory, and she relaxed instantly.

"I'm not saying that I'm ready to wait this long for another opportunity to do this… but it was totally worth the wait," she said with a soft sigh, holding her face into the sun while Noah opened the packages containing their burgers and placing their milkshakes – vanilla for her, chocolate for him – in front of them.

"Yeah, definitely. I missed you. And this, too, of course."

They exchanged affectionate smiles, and it seemed as though so much more was communicated between them just from the eye contact. Then, Jesse's smile morphed into an innocent expression and she reached out to grab Noah's cup and take a big sip of his milkshake.

"Hey! That's mine!" Noah protested immediately, trying to grab the cup, and Jesse giggled as she leaned away from him, taking another big sip.

"Sharing is caring, Benson. Now give me your fries."

Looking slightly exasperated, Noah hurried to grab the bag with his fries to protect them, shaking his head. "You said you don't want fries."

She cocked her head, a relaxed laugh escaping her – she just loved the light banter and teasing they sometimes got into. "You've known me for twenty-one years now, Noah. I know you got the extra large portion because I'll always feel the temptation of fries when I smell them."

Rolling his eyes, he pushed the bag towards her; after a moment of playful glaring, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders for a short hug. "Some things will never change, Jess. And that's a good thing. Sundays are for us."

His warmth and scent were equal to the feeling of coming home for Jesse, and she smiled as she leaned into his touch while snatching a frie from the bag. "Promised?"

A lopsided grin came onto his handsome face, and Noah nodded. "Pinky swear."