WARNING: rated 14 for an almost smut

She would be the death of him. No doubt.

Every time he looked at her his heart would skip a beat. This was proving dangerous now, they'd moved in together. His heart was basically not beating. At all. Ever. He was fairly certain he was in heaven anyway if he's honest.

But now, with her hair in a loose bun, her big nerd glasses on, old, fluffy slippers clad on her feet and her wearing nothing but his old Academy shirt, he felt more alive than ever. Maybe it was just because he was sure that any moment now, his heart would leap out of his chest and lunge at her.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

He was conscious that his heart rate was stupid high, but he didn't care. Amy was all but naked under his shirt and fuck he was so in love with her.

She turned the page of whatever she was reading as Jake stealthily took his phone from his back pocket and snapped a picture of her. That might end up being his lock screen for the next week until she pulled something even more adorable and Amy-like.

"Babe?" He kept his voice quiet as he moved to stand behind her, his arms sneaking around her waist, hands trailing down her bare legs. "It's late, come to bed." He kisses her cheek, trying to get a glimpse of what she was reading.

"10 minutes, I need to finish this chapter." She spoke quietly, not looking up. Jake pressed his hand on her thigh, his thumb curling under the fabric of her shirt. His lips kissed trails along her jaw and neck, only pausing to smile against her skin when Jake caught her eyes flutter shut

"Come to bed?" His voice was lower thinks time. Amy bit her lip as Jake's palm moved higher up her leg, rubbing circles gently into the inside of her thigh.

She slipped her bookmark between the pages and Jake silently cheered to himself, knowing she was halfway to joining him. "Jake, let me finish this chapter." She spoke in a whisper, taking in a deep breath and closing her eyes when she felt Jake's other hand move from her back to her stomach. He let it come across her waist like a restraint. Jake knew he could pick her up and take her to bed now without either of them complaining but this was half the fun.

His fingers dipped into the curve at her waist and Amy slowly closed the book. In one last attempt, Jake starting nibbling at her ear, alternating between that and kissing the skin on her hairline.

"Jake..." her voice was breathy when she finally turned to look at him. Her hands looped around his neck to pull him closer so she could whisper : "take me to bed" against the skin on his jawline.

Without hesitation, Jake scooped her up and carried her to their room, eagerly.