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Amy's front door clattered shut as she and Jake stumbled into her apartment, Amy stifling a tipsy laugh as she shushed him. Grinning, Jake swayed slightly as he turned round to lock the door, while Amy dove straight for the couch after she peeled off her coat, throwing herself over the cushions and then attempting to fold her coat above her, taking her time, before putting it on the arm of the couch behind her. Even mildly drunk, Jake observed, she was a neat freak, his chest warming slightly as he watched her relax into the cushions, kicking off her shoes.
Their Fridays had been increasingly similar to this as of late, always following the same pattern: the squad would end up at the bar, just chatting and promising themselves they'd leave earlier than last week, but the warmth and haziness of each beer would only encourage the next- soon enough, though not before at least one embarrassing karaoke session incited by Charles and led on by Jake (and one, amazing time, Rosa- Jake still had yet to question her choice of 'I'm Your Man' by Wham!), the bar would be closing. At which point, of course, Jake and Amy would pick whose place to go back to- then whoever doesn't get to go home picks TV and food. It was their rule.
"Come on, what are we watching?" She beckoned him over, passing him the remote as he sat himself next to her, adjusting himself so as to let her rest her legs over his lap as he, too, pushed off his shoes and relaxed into the couch.
"Actually, you can choose," Jake said, pulling his phone out of his pocket, then pausing at the confusion on Amy's face, "I'm ordering pizza, and mine will obviously be display temperature. I know it bugs you, so I figured you could distract yourself with whatever you wanted to watch."
"You're bargaining with me so I'll gloss over your awful eating habits?"
Jake nodded, a teasing smile on his lips- he knew he could get away with it after the amount of drinks they'd consumed between them this evening. In the corner of his eye he saw Amy's face light up as she flicked through the TV guide, while he ordered their food on his phone. He felt her foot nudge his leg, and he looked up. Amy nodded towards the TV, where the familiar opening jingle of Jeopardy! was playing softly in the background. Jake looked back at her, watching as she tipsily wriggled to the tune, in what might have been considered a dance were she not horizontal.
He chuckled softly as she danced to the theme tune, partially taken-aback and partially in love. Though wisps of her hair had come loose at the bar, this finally pushed her hair free, falling over her shoulders and over the cushion under her head. She looked at him, her cheeks and chest flushed from the alcohol and the impromptu dance routine, a button undone at the top of her blouse. Only when she asked "What?" did Jake realise he'd been staring. He paused. "Just wondering how I ended up with someone with such intricate choreography to the Jeopardy! theme tune," he grinned.
Amy rolled her eyes and sat up at his side, messily dotting a kiss or two over his jaw and leaning against his shoulder. They relaxed into the couch, Jake pressing his fingers into hers. "This is the most important part," she mumbled- "they introduce everyone, and you have to guess who'll be the best. I'm specially trained in this," she slurred a little, turning to him with a proud smile, which he mirrored goofily in response.
"With literally anyone else I'd assume that's sarcasm, but I honestly wouldn't think twice if you told me you'd actually been on a kind of Jeopardy! analysis course."
"It was more of a club, actually, in college-" Jake cut her off with a quick kiss, laughing warmly against her mouth, Amy smiling as she felt his voice reverberate against her body. They broke away, but neither of them looked back at the screen, both blushing slightly.
"So who's your pick?" Jake asked, nodding towards the TV when Amy furrowed her brow in confusion. She turned to the screen for a couple of seconds, before she said-
"Her. The brunette lady in the middle."
"No way."
"Trust me on this!"
"Okay, okay... I'm going to go for the guy on the far right."
"What, are you kidding me right now?" Amy scoffed.
"Yeah, he seems smart." Jake said half-defensively as Amy rolled her eyes, positioning herself so she was facing him.
Jake's pick, a middle-aged man called Craig, buzzed in straight away, and promptly got the very first question wrong.
Amy, now half on Jake's lap, smiled smugly, eyebrows raised. He looked at her, mouth slightly parted, as if trying to find a comeback to his evident defeat. Her face was millimetres from his.
"Willing to accept that I'm a Jeopardy! genius yet?" She teased, but softened as she looked at him; the slight swell in the centre of his lips, the flush in his cheeks, the ruffled mess of his hair after his drunken dancing- and he was looking at her like that, the way he looked at her on that God-awful weekend when she broke up with Teddy and the way he looked at her when he finally kissed her for the first time. She leaned towards him slightly, almost cautiously, as though that final beer might make her go a little too far, their lips brushing against each other gently.
In an instant, his mouth was on hers, feverish, heated, hungry, and he gently pulled her leg around him so she was positioned on his lap. He felt her hands go straight for his face, fingers curling into his hair and evoking a soft groan from his throat. He slid his hands under her thighs, before moving up to her waist, pulling her even closer and deeper into the kiss. He took advantage of his position underneath her, kissing along her neck, and, slowly, down her chest, undoing the buttons on her blouse as he went. Amy groaned as he sucked on a particularly- yet inexplicably- sensitive spot above her breast, the one spot he knew drove her insane. Her blouse was hanging loosely off her body, almost at her elbows. Jake smiled up at her, a little smug.
"You'd better not think," she started quietly, leaning in towards him, "that this is going to happen every time I get pick of the TV here." Jake managed a soft laugh as she kissed down his jaw and over his neck, fingers fiddling clumsily with his belt.
"Amy," Jake almost whispered, without meaning to, and for a moment she thought something was wrong, pausing to look at him in concern. He sat up, more careful this time, and slowly leaned in towards her. Gently, tracing his thumb along her jaw, he kissed her. It was slower, more cautious, and Amy couldn't help thinking it was even more alluring than before, his tongue sweeping lightly over her lower lip before slipping into her mouth. His fingers pressed through her hair with his other hand firmly on her waist, he thumbed gently around the bottom of her bra, still teasing, gently grazing the bottom of her breast. She sighed, both of them now struggling to hide their ragged breath, and looked at him straight in the eye. "My room."
Sliding his hands under her legs and lifting her up, Amy giggled at the sudden elevation, pleasantly dizzy from the lust and the alcohol. He managed to get them over to her antique dresser in the hall before he needed to get his hands on her again.
He finished undoing the final buttons of her shirt and she wriggled as far as she could out of her jeans- knocking several books off the dresser in the process- before pulling off Jake's shirt. He thumbed gently around the top of her underwear, teasing, the way he had always done, even before they had finally got together, fingertips grazing her hips so gently she pushed into his touch. The TV was still on in the background, Amy noted briefly, as she wrapped her arms around Jake's neck while he kissed around her chest, tugging lightly at her shirt, which was hanging lazily off her elbows. She let it slip off her arms and onto the dresser, eyes still on the TV. Jake kissed his way down her body, his lips hot on her skin, sucking gently on a sweet spot on her lower abdomen. Even wasted he was thinking about her first.
“The three Latin phrases found in the Constitution are ‘pro tempore’, ‘post ex-facto’, and this legal two-word phrase,” the television hummed softly.
Habeas Corpus, she thought. She’d looked it up herself when, having completed all of the vocabulary lists for her AP Latin class, she’d been told to find significant parts of life where the language still remained today. She’d loved it.
Her chosen contestant from earlier, a young woman called Holly, buzzed in, and her panel lit up. Amy felt Jake kissing around her inner thighs, sighing, but not looking away from the screen.
“What is bonos mores?”
“Are you freakin’ KIDDING me?! Moron!” Amy yelled at the TV, making Jake jump. She quickly covered her mouth with her hands, looking apologetically down at her incredibly startled boyfriend, his eyes wide and eyebrows raised as he watched her turn back to him slowly, evidently immediately regretting her outburst.
He stood up, coming face to face with her, looking at her adorably sheepish and slightly embarrassed face, an expression he’d seen only once or twice before, normally after a social blunder with Holt. He stifled a giggle.
“I can’t tell if I’m worried that Jeopardy! is more interesting than what I’m trying to do down here-“
“No, Jake-“ Amy stammered,
“-or if I’m super turned on by how much you care about it.” He grinned. She smiled at him, a moment of relief that he wasn’t angry or self-conscious, thankful for his confidence in himself.
“Come here.” She murmured, cupping his face with her hands and kissing him slowly. She slid off the dresser, standing in front of him, and pressed her whole- and now almost entirely bare- body against him, feeling his arms wrap around her waist and shoulders. “I’m sorry.” She whispered. “Let me make up for it.” She tugged his hand gently and started towards her room. He followed her down the hall.
“What was the answer?”
“Habeas Corpus!”
“Unbelievable,” he teased in mock disbelief.
“I know, right?”