"Delia," Jon groaned as his eyes cracked open.

The two had fallen asleep on his couch after their conversation. Jon looked down at the sleeping girl, who had her legs draped over his, her head nestled tightly into his hoodie's sleeve. She looked comfortable and Jon hated that he had to wake her. It was almost 1a.m. He gripped her thigh and shook it as he called her name again.

"Mggghhh," she groaned, and nuzzled his chest.

"Delia, it's ,like, almost one," he mumbled. She jolted up out of his lap, their heads clanging against each other's.

Jon sank further down into the couch as he gripped his forehead as the pain pulsed through his head. She cursed herself under her breath as she held her own head and lay back down against the arm of the couch. Almost instantly, they both became aware of the tent in Jon's pants. Neither of them knew what to do in fear of freaking the other out, so they sat there in an awkward silence.

"Uhm…Jon…" She was the first to speak. "Is that a knife, or are you just happy to see me?"

"Oh fuck you," Jon laughed and pushed at her thigh. "It happens sometimes you know?"

"Like cold nipples," she laughed.

Jon shot her a glare. "Did you really just reference a cock to a cold nipple?"

She nodded. "Yes."

"Delia, Delia, Delia." He shook his head and watched as she crawled off his lap before fixing himself in his pants. "Are you going home or do you want me to take you to Angela's?"

Jon watched as she stretched herself out, raising her arms up over her head. Her shirt pulled up to reveal a small dangling piece of jewelry.

"Delia, is that a belly ring I see," Jon smirked.

She blushed. "Ssshhh. Not everyone knows about that. I think I'm staying with Angela tonight."

He walked up behind her and pressed his face into the crook of her neck and wrapped his arms around her. "Or you could stay here with me and help me take care of the little problem you've given me."

"Hey, I didn't mean to engage your fuck stick." She laughed and turned around to face him.

He pressed his lips softly down to hers. "I bet you want to taste my fuck stick, don't you?"

Instantly, he saw a soft pink glow from her cheeks and heard her swallow hard before laughing nervously. "Are you going to take me to Angela's or am I going to have to walk?"

"You just never give up, do you?" He smirked and idly trailed his fingers up her arms.

"Never." She mocked his smirk.

Jon grabbed the keys off the coffee table and stood back up. Delia wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. He was a little shocked at her sudden hug but wrapped his arms back around her.

"Thanks for trusting me that much, Jon," Delia whispered, as she laid her head on his chest. "I know you're a very reserved guy. That means a lot to me, though."

"It's not easy to open up," he shrugged. "I'm glad I didn't scare you."

"You could be Freddy Kruger and I don't think I'd be spooked," Delia smirked as she looked up at him.

"You just want me to invade your dreams."

"Don't kill me, though. Keep your claws to yourself," she laughed, feeling him nuzzle her neck.

They fell silent. The only sound was the soft hum from the air conditioner. Delia closed her eyes and tucked her head down underneath his chin. Because of their height difference, Delia could feel his arousal still pressing into her tummy.

"Do you get to see your grandpa," Delia asked him, looking up into his blue eyes.

"No." He shook his head. The pained look that came across his face made her feel bad for asking the question.

"Why?"

"I don't have time." He shook his head. "With the shop and trying to keep it in working order, I don't have time to drive two hours."

"Go see him tomorrow. I'll run the shop," Delia whispered, running her hands down his back.

"You have no idea how to run a garage," He laughed. "Thanks for the offer, though."

"How hard could it be," She shrugged. "I'll just have to run the front desk. Jon, you need to go see him."

"I know, everyone's told me that," he shrugged.

"Then go, Jon. You'll regret it if you don't."

"He's asked about me. Each time I call up to the nursing home, they tell me that he keeps asking to see me," Jon whispered.

She rubbed his back underneath his hoodie. "Go see him."

"I don't know if I can, Delia."

"He got you through all that," Delia whispered as she trailed her thumb over his chin. "You need to go see him."

"Stay with me," Jon whispered before softly plucking her bottom lip into his.

Delia knew Angela would take up for her if she told her to lie. She wanted to stay with him badly, but she knew where this was heading. She and Jon were in the trailer by themselves. Scotty was nowhere to be found tonight. She idly kissed him back, tangling her fingers in the curls that gathered at the back of his neck.

"Jon…I…I can't," she mumbled against his lips. "I'm not ready for that just yet."

"Not ready for what?" Jon arched his eyebrow as he looked down at her.

"Sex."

Jon chuckled as he shook his head. "Do you really think I'd push you to that so soon," he asked as he trailed his finger over her chin. "I get it. That's scary for girls. I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want too. I wasn't even hinting at sex. I can't help that I popped a boner. That's sort of involuntary. I just don't want to be alone right now."

Delia nodded and moved to dig through her pocketbook. "Let me just send Angela a text to tell her to cover for me if my mom or dad calls."


They laid in the quiet room, her head nestled into his smooth chest. He had just gotten out of the shower and he smelled amazing. Her leg was draped over his pajama pants-clad lap as he stroked her hair and finished his last cigarette of the day. Delia didn't know why, but this was the most comfortable she'd ever been in a bed with anyone else. Sure, she'd cuddled with a few of her past boyfriends, but nothing in this circumstance. Normally she hated the scent of a cigarette but, watching the white billows float out of his mouth wasn't annoying to her. It amazed her that she even found his smoking sexy.

"You sure you aren't going to get into trouble," Jon asked as he trailed lazy circles on her shoulder.

She nodded, nuzzling his chest as she did. "Yeah. Angela said she'd cover for me."

She watched as he drew his bottom lip between his teeth and look down at her as his hand came back up to her hair. "Night, Delia," he whispered before placing a soft kiss on her lips, which she returned quickly.

"Night, Jon."


D'awh. How schweeet?