A/N: Here, have a Jily drabbleish type thing.

Feverish

Everything about him caused the same reaction. Everything about him made her feverish. Everything about him made her hot, flushed, and completely in love.

The way he touched her. The way his hand trailed across her arm as he climbed into bed after she had nearly fallen asleep. The way he kissed her neck and slipped his arm around her waist, fitting his body against hers as he settled in for the night. The way he open his eyes briefly when she got up in the morning, and grinned sleepily when she kissed him.

The way he stretched when he finally got out of bed, his t-shirt lifting to reveal part of his smooth chest. The way he sometimes didn't wear a shirt at all. The way he gathered her into his arms, kissing her in such a way that she could make no mistake about his feelings for her. The way he always invited her to join him for a shower, and usually managed to convince her.

The way he sometimes made breakfast, and it was always a cheese omelette and toast, because he didn't know how to make anything else. The way he always ended breakfast by telling her she was beautiful, and cleaning up the table. The way he offered to wash the dishes, but she never let him because he wasn't any good at it.

The way he tried to be utterly silent when she was reading, because he didn't want to break her concentration. The way he always asked her what her book was about when she was finished. The way he took her book out of her hands as soon as she had closed it, and kissed her softly. The way she couldn't help but kiss him back, no matter what the reason she had closed her book. The way he could so easily distract her from what needed to be done.

The way he smiled when she told him she was pregnant. The way he had lit up and grabbed her and spun her in a circle because he couldn't contain his excitement. The way he didn't care that they weren't even twenty-one yet, was only joyful that they were having a baby. The way he kissed her stomach and talked to the baby, though there was no bump yet visible. The way he leaned his forehead against hers and whispered that he loved her.

The way she loved him made her feverish. Everything about him made her feverish.