A/N: I'm so glad you guys liked the first installment in this series of Jemmadorableness! Here's the second. :)

Summary

Emma is extremely worn out from a tough day at college so Jax helps his queen feel better.

Nineteen-year-old Emma Alonso shivered as she dragged herself past yet another air conditioning vent. As many perks as there were to living in Miami, this was one of the downsides. The weather was always so hot, every building across the state had the A/C running 24/7. Usually Emma didn't mind, but today? Today, it was making her more miserable than she already was.

It had been a bad day from the moment she woke up. She hadn't been able to fall asleep until 2:30 am (combine insomnia with a virtual floor design assignment she'd had a week to complete but forgotten all about until midnight of the due date and you've got one rough night) and her alarm was set for six. She'd hit snooze until nearly ten minutes before seven, at which point she cast a few spells to look presentable then dashed off to her Saturday seminar. Normally her professors didn't give classes on Saturdays. But April was an extremely busy month: registration for incoming freshman, end-of-year activities, graduation for seniors… Sometimes seminars got pushed to the weekends.

Once she arrived at the building, she took her seat and handed in her project… then proceeded to try to stay awake for the next hour. More than once had the girl next to her tapped her on the arm to wake her up. It was a common courtesy; the last thing you wanted was for Mr. Heizenbourg to catch you sleeping in his class.

As soon as the seminar was dismissed, Emma raced across campus to the main building. She and a few of her fellow exemplary students were to help out with the incoming freshmen tour day. Generally this job went to seniors, but because Emma was so remarkably friendly and sweet, her English professor had recommended she help out.

Her first job of the day was to help the sorority girls set up their booth. Sorority knowledge was much more Maddie's area of expertise, but seeing as the blonde wasn't exactly any prof's favorite, she had not been recruited for today's events. Emma did her best to help the girls make their booth look inviting, then moved onto the auditorium to help arrange chairs.

By the time nine o'clock arrived, high school seniors and juniors along with their family members were arriving on campus. Emma helped check people in at the front desk for a little while, then moved on to standing at the top of a flight of stairs and passing out the day's schedule.

At ten, during the assembly, Emma helped everyone find a seat according to the field of study they were interested in. For the next hour, she monitored the room for disruptions such as a crying younger sibling.

When the assembly was over at eleven, the four students interested in the Design and Applied Arts field and their families went with Emma and her favorite teacher Mrs. Braunn to the design building. Emma did most of the talking which she could tell was doing a number on her throat already. Great, she thought, mentally facepalming, this is nothing compared to what's up next…

Noon marked the end of the individual majors tours and the start of the grand tours. Emma was assigned a group of ten teenagers, most of whom also had their parents and a sibling or two accompanying them. For the next two and half hours, she showed this group the campus: all four levels of the library, all three cafés (upon one short and stout kid's request, otherwise she only would've stopped at one), the buildings being reconstructed (only because there were urban legends that went along with them), the different types of housing…

And then it started to rain.

Emma and her group had to run across campus to the only café open on Saturdays. The witch was beyond relieved to announce the end of the tour and inform the families they were welcome to eat for free.

Once the teens and their families separated, Emma made a trip to the bathroom. She hadn't realized it until then, but her feet were killing her. And (for whatever reason) so were her shoulders. And she was soaking wet and freezing, thanks to the combination of rain and air conditioning.

She was about to cast a couple of spells to make herself more comfortable when a few of the girls from her group walked in. They had some questions about campus life, so of course she smiled and did her best to be polite when all she wanted to do was collapse and sleep on the floor. Though that probably wouldn't have helped the aching pain coursing through her body.

It was three o'clock by the time Emma started her journey back to her dorm.

Now it was approaching 3:30 pm as she finally, mercifully reached her hall. Every part of her hurt and she was amazed she'd kept her eyes open for so long. She extracted her room key from her purse and scanned it through her dorm's lock. All she wanted to do was fall face-first into bed and sleep for a hundred—

Jax.

Jax Novoa was sitting on his girlfriend's bed, aimlessly flipping through the TV channels… without touching the remote. Under other circumstances, Emma would have smiled and shook her head at his laziness. But right now, she only groaned. She had completely forgotten she and Jax were supposed to hang out tonight. One thing was for sure: she wasn't up for doing anything fun whatsoever.

Emma walked through her and Andi's small "living room" area and dropped her bag just outside their dorm's door frame. Her mouth formed a pout and her eyes crinkled with exhaustion. "Jaxyyyy, I hurtttt." She trudged over to her bed, but didn't have the strength to lift herself up. So she simply let her forehead rest on the mattress.

Immediately, Jax launched into Concerned Boyfriend Mode. "What's wrong, Em?" He grabbed her waist, picked her up with ease, and sat her right next to him on the bed.

He's too lazy to push a remote button the regular way, but not to pick up his sad girlfriend. Emma mentally smiled but lacked the strength to do so physically.

"Everythinggg." The witch groaned once more. She kicked off her shoes and lay her head on the wizard's chest. She then gave the best coherent account of the day she could manage while her boyfriend cast a few spells. The next time she opened her eyes, both magical beings were under not only her comforter but also a few extra blankets, wearing their comfiest pajamas. In addition, her throat hoarseness had vanished.

Emma gave a little gasp. "Ooh, this is nice." The warmth… the beautiful, beautiful warmth… And she was finally out of her stiff professional-wear…

"Here. Turn this way." Jax helped roll his Em onto her side, facing away from him.

"Whyyy?" she whined. Yes, he had turned on her favorite movie, She's the Man. Yes, she needed to be facing this way to see the TV. But she would have much rather been facing him, snuggling up close and cuddling than—

Suddenly, a breathy moan escaped her lips. Jax's hands were on her shoulders, his fingers massaging away the tension. "Oh, gosh. That feels so good…"

"Just relax, babe," he whispered, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

For the next however many minutes it was into the film that Paul drops Viola off at Illyria, the wizard kneaded every ounce of stress out of the witch's body. Every so often she'd make some small noise that indicated pleasure, to which he would smile and keep up the rhythm he had going.

Finally, she mustered up what little strength she had and turned onto her other side. She blinked up at his mesmerizing brown eyes and said, "All better."

He grinned, slipped down further under the covers, and pulled her close. "Good."

"Thank you, Jaxy…" Emma curled into a ball and nuzzled up against her boyfriend. Every part of her body and spirit felt cozy and safe. The feel of his strong arm wrapped around her waist… the scent of his heavenly cologne dabbed on his neck…

When Emma next opened her eyes, the overhead light was out. She turned toward the only source of light in the room: the TV… which was playing the final scene of Furious 7.

"Look who's awake."

She turned again to find Jax sitting up just enough to be able to see the TV, the faint trace of a smile on his lips.

"Did your nap help?" he asked, rubbing his hand up and down the smooth skin of her arm.

Emma sat up, too, and rubbed her head. Andi's alarm clock across the room told her it was only 7:34 pm. The witch groaned. "Babe, I'm so sorry. You came over to hang out and all I did was sleep."

"Don't apologize, Em," he chuckled. "We don't have to do something fun all the time. I love just being with you. Besides, your health comes first. Really, are you feeling better?"

"I am." She smiled and leaned in to give him a peck on the lips. "Have I mentioned lately you're the best boyfriend in the world?"

He smirked and played with a strand of her hair. "Have I mentioned lately you're the most beautiful girlfriend in the world?"

She blushed and wrapped one of the many blankets around her shoulders. That heavenly massage followed by that peaceful rest certainly had helped; she felt quite refreshed. "Did Andi stop in?"

"She did. She took one look at us, grabbed her overnight bag, and left."

Emma laughed. If their RAs had any idea how many times Andi didn't spend the night in her and Emma's dorm and Jax didn't spend the night in his and Phillip's, they'd be in so much trouble… for about two seconds, until Jax and Emma wiped their memories.

"So." The witch took her boyfriend's hand in hers and intertwined their fingers. She tilted her head and bit her lip. "We're alone."

His eyes traveled over her beautiful face, down her slim yet curvy figure, forever amazed by her ability to be adorable and arousing at the same time. He ran his thumb over hers. "That we are."

She couldn't keep the grin off her face as she said, "Wonder what we should do."

He tilted her chin upward with his free hand, desire boring down from his eyes into hers. "I wonder."

Their lips met in an open-mouthed kiss Emma hadn't realized she'd needed all day. His tongue slipped into her mouth; her arms slipped around his neck. His hands traveled down her body, setting her insides ablaze. With every loving caress, he burned away the faintest memories of her day's pain, replacing them with pleasure.

This. This was home.

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