Kisses Exchanged as They Move Around + Laying a Gentle Kiss to the Back of the Other's Hand
It's almost past 3 a.m. and they haven't slept in 24 hours but still Jake and Amy are wide awake when they finally make their way back home after a full day.
It's partly because of all the coffee cups they downed, partly because of the few celebratory drinks they shared with the squad at Shaw's and are still kicking but mostly, it's because of the adrenaline coursing through their veins following the huge surprising turn this year's Halloween heist took – aka. Jake's proposal.
They're getting married.
Jake barely has the time to close the door behind them that his fiancée, who hasn't left his side one second since he put that little ring on her left finger earlier that night, is already coming at him. She cups his face and takes assault of his lips with a fierce and passion he's come to recognize with time is typical of 4-drink Amy.
His owns arms find their way to her waist and he pulls her closer to his chest as he answers her heated kiss. He's kissed her tons of times in the past and will get to kiss her tons of others in the future but doing so as an engaged couple is still pretty new and damn, does it feel good. It feels like the comfort of the habitual and the excitement of a new adventure.
Their own little happy beginning.
They're getting married.
Amy lets her hands slide along his shoulders, working on removing his already open plaid with her mouth still on his as she invites Jake to move.
They barely pay attention to their surroundings and never pull apart as they make their way towards the bedroom, with heavy breaths and pounding hearts. They're still kissing when Amy makes him lose his grip on her body for a second so that she can let his plaid fall to the ground; his lips are still on hers when her back hits their couch, letting out a small grunt in pain and he tries to mouth an apology against her skin.
It's only after they reach their bed that they eventually draw away a little, if only for a minute. When he looks into her eyes, Jake can see pure bliss glowing inside Amy's irises among the otherwise lust and burning desire and love, so much love shining there.
He's pretty sure a similar expression is reflecting in his own brown eyes and they're thinking about the same thing.
They're getting married.
Like, for realz. It's happening. He's finally got the chance to propose to her after all these months working on his secret plan.
Which obviously requires its own, intimate celebration now that they're alone and home and falling onto the mattress with Amy's mouth back on his.
They're getting married.
They haven't slept for more than 24 hours and now the exhaustion starts to kick as Jake and Amy are quietly lying in bed. Their breaths are slowly slowing down to normal as they're still wrapped in an intimate embrace. Amy's head is resting against his shoulder and his own arm is around her. They've fallen into comforting silence as she distractingly plays with Jake's chest hair and he watches her do.
There's a sleepy smile on her face and a dreamy glint in his eyes at the sight of the small ring on her left finger.
It's standing out from his pale skin, the little diamond shining in the dark of the room and Jake can't help but think that this is it. This is what the rest of his life is going to look like.
A life where he gets to go to sleep with his soulmate by his side every night – and he couldn't imagine anything better than that.
They've had enough separations and reunions during the past few years (until very recently) for him to learn that nothing feels more like home and joy than Amy Santiago.
"What're you thinking about?" she breaks the silence after a while, looking up at him with the same smile she's been wearing since he popped the question.
"About you," Jake confesses.
He takes the hand that's laying on his chest in his free one. He dreamily brushes the tip of the ring with his thumb, a small beam forming on his own features before he brings her hand to his face. He kisses it ever so gently, right under the diamond. The press of his lips is so much softer than any other kisses he previously trailed on her skin in the heat of the passion but it still manages to send a shiver running down Amy's spine with the touch.
"About all the nights we're going to spend together until we're grey and old and how happy it makes me that I'll get to always fall asleep next to you."
Amy lets out an amused chuckle.
"You're so cheesy," she teases him and in return, Jake pouts in mock-offence – he wants to remind her it's partly her fault he's become more comfortable with his emotions with time. It makes her laugh a little more before she falls serious again. She takes the hand he grabbed off his and brings it to his face. She tenderly strokes his cheek as she stares deep into his eyes. "But the thought that we're going to spend the rest of our lives together makes me so happy too."
"Now you're the cheesy one," Jake jokes, making her roll her eyes.
But then he shoots her a knowing smile and turns his head to plant another kiss on Amy's hand. "It's gonna be such toit nups."