So, I read Sanjana's latest piece, and my heart crushed in on itself. This is self-soothing fluff because I needed it. (I LOVE YOU) I don't own JN.
The clean clothes are still pleasantly warm against her fingers as she sorts them on the bed. Out of the corner of her eye, she spots a figure in the doorway.
"Hey there, stranger," she greets Jimmy. "What's up?"
"I have a headache. Can you give me a massage?"
"Come here," she replies as she gets herself situated. Jimmy goes around to the other side of the bed and puts his head in her lap. "Remember to breathe slowly."
He closes his eyes and does as she commands. Her fingers begin to massage his temples and upwards onto his skull. His hair is soft and thick, and she can feel the hard ridges of his bones. "I am perplexed why this new update for Vox won't patch correctly. It's proving more difficult than usual," he sighs.
"You invented the thing. If anyone can figure out, it's you."
"I hope so," he answers.
She continues her small pattern of circles downward to behind his ears. "Well, don't think about it right now, just relax."
He chuckles. "You will never stop telling me what to do, will you?"
"Shut up, you like it," she argues playfully.
He laughs louder this time. "Do I? I was unaware of that."
She massages the base of his skull and the top of his spine. "You married me, didn't you?"
"And I'd do again, if only for the euphoric massages," he answers. Absently, his fingers fiddle with the quilt his grandmother made for them as a wedding gift.
"You are such a comedian," she says with a sarcastic scoff.
"I try."
She reaches his shoulder blades, where his muscles are tight and hard beneath her fingers. "Sit up a little."
He does, and with a better angle, she can apply more pressure. He rocks forward with the added force. He carried a lot on those broad shoulders of his—the weight of his head that is still too large for his body. The metaphorical weight of intellect. She's glad that she can make the tension abate for a few moments. Finally, her fingers are too tired to continue, and she pulls her hands away.
Jimmy stretches out slowly. He turns, so they are facing each other on the bed. "You are a miracle worker."
"Is your headache better?"
"Much. Thank you."
"You're welcome," she answers.
He brushes his lips against hers for a brief moment. He pulls away with a soft sigh. "I would love to continue this, but this update is time-sensitive."
"Go be a genius," she says with a smile.
"Will you join me when you finish with the laundry?"
"Of course."
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