Taste of Her Lips

"Thanks for everything,"

Lukas sat down next to Jesse, "I know it wasn't much, but the cookie is just going to have to do until we find apples or something."

The female tucked her dark hair behind her ear, "That's not what I meant Lukas."

The teen looked at her confused. "Did you not like-"

"No, no," Jesse sighed, "I'm grateful for the cookie. I meant, thank you for coming back for me. With the golem and all..."

"Ah," Lukas thought back to a few hours earlier, in the basement at Ender con. "Of course why wouldn't I?"

"Well, you know, you had to warn Gabriel."

Lukas elbowed her, "The others had that covered; I just couldn't leave you down there. You..." he flushed, "You mean a lot to me."

"Thanks, you mean a lot to me too," Jesse went quiet, looking out solemnly into the distance at the great black mass that was the Witherstorm, "It keeps getting bigger. Do you think we'll be able to stop it?"

"If we can find the other members of the Order of the Stone, I'm sure we can."

"What if we don't?"

"We will."

"I wish I was a sure as you," Jesse bite her lip, Lukas noticed she was shaking, "All those people are gone now. I just froze back there, with Petra and Gabe, I'm so sorry I -"

Lukas put an arm around her, "It's okay."

"No, it's not."

Lukas pulled her close, "No one saw this happening okay? Anyone could have froze up."

"You didn't."

He thought on this, "I guess I just didn't give myself time to think about it. Everything was happening so fast."

She leaned into him, "I hope the Ocelots are okay. I'm really worried about them."

Lukas frowned, if not for the briefest of seconds, then silently chided himself for thinking negatively against Jesse's friends. She knew they didn't get along with him, but still managed to try and make amends between the groups. Lukas knew that, and he was touched she tried. But now Jesse was without her group, and with a group of people that unfortunately had some issues with her social circle. He shouldn't add on to that.

He glanced at Axel, soundly asleep across of them, "I'm sure they got out okay."

"You think so?"

"You're friends are pretty tough Jesse."

She hummed, Lukas wasn't sure if it was in agreement or in denial. "Yeah..."

After a moment, Lukas piped up again, "We should get some sleep, we have a lot ahead of us now."

"You're right." Jesse yawned, she pulled away from his stretching out. "World ain't gonna save itself."

He chuckled.

"Lukas?"

"Hmmm?"

"Thanks," Jesse kissed him.

It was a wonderful kiss, not the quick pecks to sneak when someone wasn't looking. It was gentle, lingering, all the more precious with the world now coming to an end. Lukas returned the kiss, her lips were soft, and they tasted sweet, like strawberries. For a moment the Witherstorm was forgotten, and it was only him and her, and the taste of her lips and it was perfect.

Jesse finally pulled free, cheeks tinted pink, "You have lipstick on you," she says softly.

"I think everyone already knows what's going on," he responds just as soft, "Strawberry?"

"Yeah."

He lies back, "I like it."

Jesse curls up next to him, "I thought you would."

They fall asleep, the faint thunder of the monster in the distance a strange lullaby to oblivion.

Wildkratticusfever requested:

The taste of her lips writing prompt. With Lukas and Female Jesse form the same Au as Role Swap.

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