A collection of unrelated Peraltiago drabbles, each one based off of song lyrics! Rating is high as there may be a little smut here and there!
Be kind, this is my first fanfic! Please leave a comment, let me know if you like it or if you have any criticism or nay ideas for another chapter.
This is where you want to be. (The Greatest Show- The Greatest Showman)
The red light of the rising sun flooded through the pale pink curtains, into the small bedroom. Jake had barely slept, however, so the light was almost welcome. He could see his surroundings more clearly with every blink, and, just like each morning for the past couple of weeks, he couldn't believe his luck.
His eyes swept around the rooms. The walls of this bedroom were plain and white, spotless, without a single pin mark or blu-tack stain. Such a comparison to his own bedroom, which sported a large, collector's edition Die Hard poster and several, pinned up photographs and letters ("Buy some photo frames, or a pin board for god's sake Jake! You're not in the Academy anymore." Amy would always say). A small desk sat in the corner, occupied by a perfect line of perfume bottles and a small box of makeup, next to a matching wardrobe and bookshelf. The bookshelf was full of books, which Jake knew were categorised by purpose (Work or pleasure) and then alphabetically ordered; the last 2 shelves were reserved for colour coded binders. A large double bed completed the room, covered in a pink duvet cover (to match the curtains, obviously).The throw and decorative pillows now littered the floor; Jake had thrown them off last night before 'sexy timez', much to Amy's annoyance.
Last night.
It was no different to any other night. They had returned to Amy's apartment after leaving work later than usual, grabbing a Sal's pizza on the way home. They had spent the night watching rubbish on the television, laughing at each other's stupid jokes and discussing their day at work- it had been as normal as normal could be.
And after they had made love- which was INCREDIBLE by the way- they kissed goodnight and went to sleep, as they had work early. Well, Amy fell asleep. Jake was kept awake by a niggling feeling in the back of his mind, and a nauseous wave coming from the pit of his stomach. He knew it couldn't be anything to do with the food- pizza would never hurt him- and he knew he couldn't be ill because since he had been in a relationship with Amy, he had eaten more vegetables and taken more vitamins and drank more water than he ever had in his life.
Jake looked at his watch. 5.30 am.
Amy would be awake in an hour and their day would start. Amy's morning routine was so consistent, only varying on the mornings they both had the day off. She would spend the first 10 minutes of the day waking up, her eyes adjusting to the bright (and in her case, blurry) view. She would stretch out her whole body, like a cat, and wrap herself around Jake, placing kisses on his bare chest and nibbling his ear to ensure he would wake up. She would shower and brush her teeth, every morning ignoring Jakes pleas to help her wash her body. She would apply her makeup and style her hair for the day whilst Jake was showering and then they would have breakfast and coffee together. She would have bran flakes and beg Jake not to put orange soda in his cereal.
It was a predictable routine but it was far from boring. Jake had never been more at peace; never been so happy.
He finally let his gaze on the Latino angel that was asleep next to him. She was facing away from him, her dark waves of hair forming a halo around her head. He longed to kiss the caramel smooth skin of her neck, to trail kisses down the curve of her spine, but he didn't want to wake her. Her breathing was slow and steady; her slender hands clutching the blanket. How did he get so lucky to be with her?
Amy Santiago. The best, most beautiful detective in New York, or maybe even the world. Yes, that included him. Jake had realised long ago that there was no way he could compete with her. She was the smartest person he had ever met, but she was also so cool in the nerdiest kind of way. Everyone loved Amy despite her awkward demeanour and uptight personality. She was charming and funny and just fucking incredible.
And she was his?
He didn't understand it for one minute. He didn't deserve her and never would. He would do something to drive her away and then what would he do? He couldn't imagine a world without her in it. He knew he would end up making an immature joke or comment one day and she would just say she has had enough. He was waiting for it, everyone left him. His father, Jenny Gildenhorn, Sophia. He didn't know how to be perfect, how to make people want to stay with him. And the thought grabbed at his breath, flipped his stomach and make tears prick his eyes.
Maybe he was ill after all.
But when Amy rolled over, and Jake saw her perfect features, her long dark eyelashes , her smooth skin and perfectly kissable pink lips, he knew what this feeling was.
He knew why he hadn't slept.
He knew what had changed that night.
He, Jake Peralta was in love with Amy Santiago.
So in love with her that it consumed him. His heart felt like it would explode whenever he looked at her, her arms felt like home when she would wrap them around him. He wanted to stay like this forever. In this pink bed, with perfect white walls and colourful binders, with the woman he loved.
It's everything you ever want,
It's everything you ever need,
And it's here right in front of you,
This is where you want to be.