Title: while dinosaurs attack
Summary: They're all connected, whether they like it or not. Ten against the world. / even though there's space between her back and his arm, he still feels like he's embracing her.
Warning/Spoiler: None.
Rating: T
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jerome/Mara
Author's Note: Original prompt: Jerome and Mara, pizza from maraclarkes.
while dinosaurs attack
Her head leans against his shoulder, so her hair tickles his arm, wrapped around her waist; his other hand is reaching for a slice of pizza and as he brings it to his mouth, Jerome struggles not to drip cheese or sauce on his shirt - or on Mara, who's eyes are closed and breathing light.
"Be careful, you might burn your tongue."
Jerome almost drops the pizza on her face, but Mara squirms and sits up. His other hand catches the falling mushroom before it can stain the couch - Trudy would kill him - and he quickly stuffs his face with pizza.
He drops the slice back onto his plate when his fingers start tingling. "Hot, hot," he says, his mouth half-opened. Mara giggles, rubbing her eyes, staring at Jerome with a small smile.
"Who made it?" she asks, sufficiently awakened, reaching for a slice of her own. "Trudy or - "
"I think Fabian helped," says Jerome, picking up his pizza again. "It's pretty good."
"Mmm." Mara's eyes fluttered close for a moment and Jerome smirks at her moan. "Really good." Three more bites and more than half the slice is gone.
Jerome quirks an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth still upturned. "Someone's hungry."
"Starving," says Mara quickly in between bites. "Had to skip lunch to work on student council stuff."
Jerome rests his feet on the coffee table, sinking into the sofa. His arm crawls up behind her, and even though there's space between her back and his arm, he still feels like he's embracing her. "Isn't there something against skipping meals?"
Mara rolls her eyes, only crust left between her fingers, but she leans back as she slows down her eating. "Yeah, if you do it regularly." She sighs when his hand wraps around her upper arm, his thumb drawing circles on her skin. "How much homework do you have?"
"The better question might be how much homework am I planning on doing tonight," says Jerome, his mouth in her hair. His breath is warm on her scalp, sending shivers down her spine.
"Jerome - "
"How about this," he says. "We can watch one movie - how about Jurassic Park? - and then we do homework. Sound good?"
Mara doesn't need to verbalize her agreement because she's already grinning widely, liking the prospect of staying like this for at least another hour and a half. "Sounds good."
So they eat pizza while dinosaurs attack, Jerome's muttered commentary sending her into a fit of giggles; she barely notices when Nedry is attacked by the raptors because Jerome's still breathing in her ear.