They had a lot to celebrate. Their anniversary. His sobriety. Life. He deserved it after the hell that was his life the past year. Y/N’s parents were always incredibly supportive and loved Jim but more than once they reminded her that she wasn’t obligated to care for him. She argued otherwise. When you love someone, really love them, it’s not an obligation.
“Where are we going?” He asked from the passenger’s seat. The wind from the open window was blowing his hair back and Y/N smiled at how young he looked. She put her finger to her lips and shook her head, looking back to the road. “Tell me”
“It’s a surprise, Jim. Can’t you let me surprise you?” She asked, pushing the hair from her face as she drove. He huffed and mumbled something about hating surprises. She knew that was a lie. She loved to surprise him with little tokens of her love. Simple things that he always loved. Surfing gear, books about the best surf spots, simple notes of her love. He ate it all up. He lived for her love and the safety that surrounded him when he was with her.
She pulled into the parking lot of a hotel. It wasn’t the Ritz but it was nice. She had save quit a bit to afford something nice in their area. When she put the car in park, she turned to him with a beaming smile, “Okay, ready?”
“I didn’t pack a bag,” he laughed, turning to look at the massive hotel.
Y/N shook her head, “Medina did. It’s in the trunk,”
“ You two were plotting?” He shook his head, smiling. His face began to hurt from how much he was smiling but he couldn’t stop. She loved him so hard and between her and Medina, he felt like maybe it would all work out.
They went inside and Y/N handled everything. She came back and dangled the keys in excitement. When they stepped inside the large room, he looked to the large bed that had two swans made from towels.
Y/N shrugged when he looked to her, “I told them it was our anniversary. That must be their definition of romantic,” she tossed her bag to the side and plopped down on the bed.
“I’ll be just a minute,” he smiled tightly and retreated to the bathroom.
Y/N laid back amongst the numerous pillows and sighed contently. To have a night where he can be free, that’s all she wanted. She waited a few minutes, not hearing movement from the bathroom and tried to calm herself. He was fine. They were fine. He was using the bathroom. She heard the sink turn on and run for what she thought was an abnormal amount of time but again she tried not to let her mind panic. By the time she went to the bathroom and knocked, she was afraid she already waited too long.
“Jim,” she rapped her knuckles against the door, “You okay?”
His voice cracked as he spoke, “Fine,”
She jiggled the door handle to find it locked and her voice became a bit more panicked, “Please open the door,” she waited a beat, “Jim, please open the door” She heard the lock click and when she opened the door he looked at her through the mirror. His eyes were red and he took some water to wipe down his face.
“I’m okay,” he reassured her.
She moved to his side, pulling him by his arm to look at her, “Why are you upset?”
“Not upset,” he shook his head, “Overwhelmed, maybe.”
She ran her fingers through her hair, “Was it me? Should we go home?”
His eyes went wide and he realized the error in his words, “No. I love it. I want to stay,” He ran his hands gently up her neck before cupping her face, “Overwhelmed by how much you love me,”
“I just want to show you,” she placed her hands over his.
He nodded slowly, leaning down to kiss her but instead ghosting his lips over hers. She wiped the tears that fell on his cheeks before she joined their lips. They moved together slowly, like they were kissing for the first time. They explored each other’s mouths while their hands explored their bodies. It certainly wasn’t the first time but somehow it felt like it was. He walked her backwards until she felt the wall behind her. Jim lifted her arms and she obeyed. He pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it behind him as she removed her own jeans. She moved her hands to his own, unbuttoning and pulling them down. He kicked them aside, removing his shirt before lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he held her against the wall as they continued to move against each other slowly.
He held onto her thighs tightly as he walked them to the bed. He placed her down gently among the soft sheets, pulling back only to take in her body and how she looked in front of him. She maintained eye contact as she removed her bra, moving her legs out from under him so she could toss her underwear to the side. She brought her legs back to either side of where he knelt in front of her, open and ready for him to take her.
Jim groaned as he removed his own briefs, coming down to worship her body. There wasn’t an inch of her skin that his mouth didn’t meet. She threaded her hands through his hair and tugged until he looked up at her.
“Jim,” she sighed, “I need you,”
He knew what she was asking. He flipped them over so she was on top. She kissed up his chest, sucking on his neck as he kneaded the skin on her hips. He sat up so they were now chest-to-chest. Y/N raised herself over him and watched his face as she sank down on him. He bit down on his lip as she did. They moved together, slow, taking their time with each other. She leaned back as he moved his head to run his tongue along her breast. When he looked back up at her, his eyes were glassy once again.
She cupped his face in her hands, leaning her forehead against his as they moved together, “Jim, I love-“ the feeling of him, of them together stole the words from her mouth.
“I love,” he smiled back at her, tears shedding unashamedly. She felt them against her cheeks as she kissed him deeply, tugging on his hair to make him moan into her mouth. He was safe here, with her. That much he knew. “I love,” he whispered.
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