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Even with how long the walk back to the house is, I'm still tipsy when we get there. Not drunk- I can walk a straight line and recite the alphabet backward, but I would probably find it way more amusing than under normal circumstances. I'm at least glad I wore sneakers instead of real heels. It probably made things easier than I realize. But again- tipsy. Not drunk. Jamie isn't the only one harboring concerns over things he might do under the influence that he's otherwise resolved not to. At least, not just yet.

Layla pushed the door to the house open and knelt to catch Richards before he could run out, part of her dress still gathered in one hand as it had been for most of the walk.

"Hey, there, champ. No wild parties while we were out?"

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Layla spared a moment to grab up the t-shirt she'd intended to sleep in from where it was draped on a small stack of books beside the bed. She wiped her hands on it as she fell lightly back to the bed beside him, then dropped it on his other side.

She pressed her mouth to his shoulder in a kiss, then bit him a little for no particular reason.

Jamie grabbed the shirt to wipe himself dry, then discarded it the same as her before snaking his arm around her shoulders, pulling her in close. The hint of a smile hadn't yet left his face, and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, the part of her most readily accessible given the angle.

It was a nice smile. She tilted her face up to graze her lips against his jaw, and settled against him so her body was flush with his all the way to her toes. She flattened one hand over his chest, counting his pulse where she felt it against her palm.

"That was..." She smiled against his neck.

"Worth waiting for."

"Mmhmm," he hummed, placing his hand over hers, his thumb tracing an absent circle against warm skin. "We don't have to wait that long to do it again, though, right?"

"Oh holy crap, no," Layla said. She snuck her knee over Jamie's leg, toes curling against the inside of his calf.

"Thank God," he laughed. "'Cause there's plenty more where that came from, I assure you."

Layla smiled more and curled her arm around his shoulders so she could sift her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

"...Was-" She stopped herself from asking the question, because it was too intrinsically insecure for her to do so without promptly wanting to smack herself in the face.

"Yes," said Jamie without missing a beat, giving her a knowing glance.

She bit her lower lip and grinned, looking at once pleased and amused. She tugged his head down to kiss him, slowly, fingers curled against his jaw.

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