Prompt: Flannel Pyjamas

Characters/Pairings: Jake/Rose; Susan; Jonathan

Chapter content warnings: underage drinking mentions (none on screen); discussions of sex (no sex on screen)

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~TLL~

Jake sat on his living room couch, holding Rose's hand and not so subtly using his ear of the dragon to eavesdrop on the conversation that his mother was having with her mother. Outside the window, New York was a wall of white. While Rose was over, having her usual Sunday night dinner with Jake's family, a snow storm had crashed over the city, bringing traffic, transportation and, in some cases, power to a standstill. There was no reasonable safe way for Rose to make it home and Jake's parents knew that but Rose's parents had one rule for their seventeen-year-old daughter: no sleepovers with her boyfriend.

"What if I get to stay the night?" Rose whispered.

"Then we stay up all night watching movies on the couch because if we go near my bedroom, my parents are going to flip," Jake said.

Not that they hadn't had sleepovers before. They were teenagers in the same friend group. Rose had sleepovers with Trixie and Jake spent the night at Spud's but the four of them would always end up in Spud's basement, pretending that they liked schnapps, and then he and Rose would cuddle up on the couch, leaving Trixie to evict Spud from his bed because she wasn't about to sleep next to him. Still, it was different. This was Jake's house, their parents were here, and somehow, it felt more real. Rose was going to be waking up in his house and then they would make coffee in his kitchen.

Rose's hand squeezed Jake's thigh.

"Your mom says you have to stay," Jake whispered, "because it's safe!"

"Really? I didn't think she would ever agree."

"Well, I don't really think she wants you to have hypothermia or anything either of you try to get home."

"Jake!" Jonathan stuck his head in the living room. "Come with me? Rose, Susan wants to see you upstairs."

Jake dutifully followed his father into the kitchen. "What's up?"

"Rose's parents agree that it's safest if she spend the night here but if she's going to be here, we need to lay some ground rules."

Jake looked offended. "Dad, you and Mom and Haley are home. What are we going to do?"

"We were all seventeen once, Jake."

"Gross." Jake didn't want to think of what his parents were doing at seventeen that would make his dad say that. A shiver went down his spine.

"You sleep in your own bed and Rose sleeps on the couch."

"Tomorrow is definitely going to be a snow day. Can't we stay up and watch movies?"

"Hands where we can see them at all times," Jonathan said, uncharacteristically stern.

"Again, you're all home. If you think Rose and I are jumping each other's bones every time you aren't looking at us, why aren't you sitting in the room with us 24/7?"

Jake regretted the words as soon as they were out of his mouth because Jonathan's expression completely changed.

"Son, are you and Rose having sex?"

Jake didn't want to answer that. Not even remotely.

"Dad –"

"Condoms are so important. I'm sure her parents have talked to her about birth –"

"DAD!" The last thing that Jake needed was to be talking about this when Rose was in the house and he was going to have to face her again in a few minutes and Haley was certainly listening in and he didn't need her skipping into the living room to innocently ask if Jake had condoms because Dad was just so concerned. "I listened to all the lectures, okay? If I need to know how to be safe, I know."

Jonathan regarded him carefully. "You can always come to me, Jake. It's a big step in a relationship to take, especially for the first time."

Jake felt like his cheeks were literally on fire. "I get it, Dad. I really get it, okay?"

"And, please, just be respectful tonight."

"I will!"

Jake fled from the conversation with his father, hearing Rose coming down the stairs. He went to greet her, noticing first that her cheeks were as red as his must be, and he wondered what his mother had said to her. The next thing he noticed made the conversation he'd had with his father flee straight out of his head because Rose was wearing his pyjamas. They were probably Christmas pyjamas from at least two years ago, because Jake definitely hadn't worn them in a while, but those were certainly his plaid flannel PJ pants with the loose long sleeve black shirt that went with them. She'd had to do the front tie up tightly with a bow that made the pants hug her waist and the neck line on the shirt was stretched out so much that Jake could see the pink line of her bra strap, and all of that nearly put him over the edge.

Jake offered his hand, helping her down the last few steps like she was wearing a ball gown instead of long fuzzy pants.

"You look adorable."

"Much more comfy than skinny jeans," Rose said. "Your mom said that because it's probably going to be a school day tomorrow, we can stay up late and watch some movies."

"How did you – Never mind." It didn't matter how Rose had gotten his mother to agree, just that she had. "Should we make popcorn?"

"Sure, I can get it started if you want to go put PJs on too. It's cozy movie night."

Jake kissed her cheek. "Deal."

Jake practically skipped up the stairs. Cozy movie night! God, everything seemed so perfect. He went into his room and pulled open his pyjama drawer, digging around for last year's Christmas pyjamas. Jake found them and, with a satisfied smile, pulled them on and went back down the stairs. He could hear the popcorn going in the microwave and Rose had poured them two big glasses of soda for their movie night. Jake crept into the kitchen behind her, putting his arms around her waist and hugging her to him. Rose giggled.

"Did you think about the movies you want to watch?" Rose asked and then she spun around in his arms. "Aww! We're matching!"

"We're matching!" Jake leant in and kissed her, hoping that his parents didn't come downstairs right now because then they would definitely be getting more lectures. He threaded his fingers through her hair, not sure of how to let go of her, but knowing he had to when the microwave beeped. "Are we doing extra butter?"

"Of course we are," Rose scoffed. "Who do you think I am?"

"You are the person I love the most."

Rose beamed and Jake took the sodas to the living room, spreading the blanket out over the couch and organizing the throw pillows into a nest for their cozy movie night and was scrolling through Netflix when Rose came in with the popcorn. She slid under the blanket and into his arms, her head on his shoulder.

"What are watching?" Rose asked.

"Haven't decided yet," Jake said, skipping past the Sci-Fi section. "What are you thinking?"

"That I can't wait until we're in our own apartment and can really do this and not have to worry about anything because we're going to be in the same bed and we can hold each other all night."

Jake kissed her temple. "I was thinking about how I was going to get to make you coffee in the morning."

"You were?"

"Maybe I'll even make you breakfast."

"You would?"

"Or I'll try before Mom kicks me out of the kitchen for chopping onions wrong or something."

"The effort is appreciated."

They settled on a Vanessa Hudgens' Christmas movie and were barely through the opening credits when Susan stuck her head through the doorway. Jake and Rose had their hands in the popcorn bowl and were clearly watching the movie as she took in the scene.

"I'll be back," she promised. "No one forget the house rules. I don't want Rose's parents to fee disrespected."

"Mom!" Jake whined because at this point they were just trying to embarrass him but Susan just gave him a pointed look before ghosting off.

"When we have kids, we are not going to be like my parents," Jake griped.

"Oh, we absolutely are," Rose said. "My dragon daughter is not going to be running off with some no good dragon hunter because he's cute and 'I can change him'. We'll chaperone every date like it's the 1890s or something."

Jake laughed. "You're a former dragon hunter."

"Yeah, well, I'll still know better than she does and I'll make sure she knows it. Besides, you know you're not going to just let them live. You're so overprotective."

"I am not!"

"You love Haley all the time but most of the time you don't like her all that much but when we picked her up from the library last week and she was studying with that boy on the picnic bench, what did you do?"

"Well, she's my little sister," Jake mumbled. "I have to take care of her."

"And in the future, you'll be the same way."

Jake moved the popcorn bowl and snaked his arm down under the blanket, across her back, and then pulled her into his lap. She let out a little squeal and then nervously looked over her shoulder.

"Enough about the future," Jake said. "Let's talk about now."

"And what's happening now?"

"Now, we are wearing matching PJs and then we're making out until my parents make you go to bed and then you're just going to sneak back down so we can do it all again."

"My parents will never let me speak to you again."

"Yeah, they will," Jake said confidently.

"How do you know?"

"Because there's no getting in the way of true love." Jake adjusted Rose's leg over his lap and stared earnestly into her big blue eyes. "And I hate to be the one to tell you, Rose, but this true love."

"I already knew that." Rose leant over him. "Glad that you've caught up."

Jake could have hunted for a witty retort but he didn't care that much. Her lips were so close and he loved her so much that he just wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

There was a devil in Rose's blue eyes. "Want to push our luck?"

"Let's find out."

And then Jake pulled the blanket over the two of them.