Tap, tap, tap.

Jazmine groans as she shifts in her bed. She had been enjoying, speaking with an equestrian who gave her the green light to have a pony, until she so rudely awoke because of this persistent tapping on her window.

Tap, tap, tap.

Alright, what is it now? Jazmine shakes awake and rubs her eyes. Probably some bird or leak making all that racket. Whatever it is, she is gonna put a stop to it so she can get her beauty sleep. She was never a woman of patience, anyway.

Tap, tap, tap.

I'm on it, she thinks, making her way to the door and dragging Miss Wellington with her (she likes to think she still only holds onto her for sake of habit, but really, she just feels safer with her around). With half-lidded green eyes and a yawn, she unlocks the latch on her window and immediately feels a frosty gust of wind sweep over her.

Her eyes widen.

"Huey?"

"Hey," he responds, climbing into her room cooly. He stands askew in the middle of her room, blowing gently on his hands from the chill and shoving them into his pockets.

Jazmine shuts her window and walks towards him, worried and amused. "Hey, are you insane?"

She takes a quick look at her bedside clock. "It's three in the morning! Are you insane? What are you doing here?"

Huey smiles smugly, giving her a tender look over. After eyeing her up and done, he raises one eyebrow as his gaze meets her chest.

Jazmine panics and assesses the state of her undergarments. Well, the lack thereof.

"Pervert," she mumbles, laying an arm over her chest lightly. "So, what are you doing here, stalker?"

He reaches into his pocket and places his hand over hers.

"Here. You left your earphones at home before the trip."

Jazmine takes them graciously, eyes sparkling. "Oh, really? I completely forgot about them! Thank you so much!"

Huey nods at her and shoves his hands into his pockets. "No problem."

With that, she carefully stashes the earphones into her dresser drawer and returns to see Huey awkwardly looking around her room. She holds in her laugh. It's adorable, really. When he's around her, he gets on a level of nervousness only she's witnessed before. He's usually so smooth.

"So… is there anything else you'd like to tell me, Huey?"

"Nah, that's about it."

She giggles. He knits his eyebrows together, looking at the floor.

"So you're telling me into my room at three in the morning just to return my earphones? If I didn't know you any better, I'd say you missed me."

Huey continues to stare at his shoes. And coughs.

"So you did miss me! Awh, Huey, that's so cute! I missed you too." She teases, kissing him on the cheek. Huey responds by grunting and looking away.

"I didn't say that."

"If you wanted to visit me because you missed me so much, you should've just texted me, you know. I have a phone."

Huey shrugs. "Who says I missed you?"

"Oh, shut up. Do you wanna cuddle?"

Huey almost chokes on his own spit. Jazmine rolls her eyes at his familiar stubbornness. "What?"

"I said, do you wanna cuddle? C'mon!"

"Are you serious?"

"Why not? It's freezing anyway."

"But—" he panics, looking around the room. "Your dad—"

"He doesn't come in here without knocking and you know that," she laughs.

Huey deadpans. "You're insane."

"And you're a killjoy. Come on!"

"You'll be the death of me."

He takes off his shoes, despite himself. Jazmine's bed is warm and fluffy just like she is, and he blushes at the way she shakes her hair out of her face. He'll never comprehend how he managed to get a girlfriend so beautiful.

"You're staring," she says.

"Oh, really?" He retorts.

"You miss me," she answers.

"Shut up," he mutters, and that's the end of it.

He's about to get comfortable (Jazmine has really soft covers, after all) when she rolls over, straddling him. His expression doesn't change, but he looks at her, challenging.

She smiles. Runs her fingers through his face, his mouth, his eyebrows, his hair — it feels sublime — but he isn't going to admit it. And she laughs, and it sounds like the sweet tinkling of bells and Christmas and something else he can't describe.

Then her bottom shifts and something down there makes friction with her perfect ass and he decides that this must stop.

And Huey Freeman, as much as he loves this girl, will not attempt to have intercourse with her when her parents are present at the same time.

He bites his lip. "I think you might be doing a little too much there, Jaz."

Jazmine freezes and feels an undeniable stiffness pressing against her thigh. "Oh. I'm sorry."

She lies down and snuggles against him instead, somehow not noticing that her boobs will press against his back instead.

Huey rolls his eyes. As if that will help.

Anyway, he'll live. He did get what he wanted anyway, and as much as he hates to admit it, losing her for just two days gave him a hormonal imbalance. It really sucks to have bitch dependency, huh?

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a/n: hey, y'all! boondocks has become my newest obsession and i have so much little ficlet ideas of jaz and huey that i wanna share with you guys, so stay tuned! i hope u enjoyed this lil thing and more stories will come your way :)