You're Asking Me about the weather? P4
Pairing: Ashley Greene & Jackson Rathbone
Rating: PG-13 for language
Disclaimer: I don't know them or own them, they are flesh and blood people.
Author's Note: This is turning into a slow-burning one, I'm dragging out starting their relationship. I hope this doesn't bug people ;)
Ashley was awoken by the sound of soft knocking on her hotel-room door the next morning. Glancing at her phone she noticed it was almost noon. She sniffed softly and yawned, getting up and answering the door. Jackson stood on the other side with a carton of steaming hot soup in one hand and a blanket in the other. His smile faltered as he saw her.
“Shit I didn’t wake you did I?”
She smiled and nodded sleepily.
“Don’t worry about it, I think I’ve slept a solid fourteen hours.”
Jackson relaxed, handing her over the soup.
“Ok. How are you feeling?”
Ashley shrugged and coughed a little.
“A little crappy, but nothing soup and bed-rest won’t fix.” She smirked to him.
“Is that an invite Miss Greene?” Jackson returned the smirk.
“Miss Greene? What happened to ‘wifey’?” She pouted cutely.
Jackson shrugged and chucked.
“You’re ignoring my question, WIFEY.”
Ashley sniffed softly, giggling.
“Shut up and get into bed.”
He needed no further invitation. Draping his jacket over a chair he followed her, smiling softly as she snuggled into the large, comfortable bed. She looked adorable, but also tiny and vulnerable. He must have frowned because she looked strangely at him.
“What’s wrong Jackson?”
“What? Uh, nothing.” He kicked his shoes off, getting in beside her with the rest of his clothes on. A smile played at the corners of Ashley’s mouth.
“You’re worried about me.” It wasn’t a question, more a statement of disbelief. Jackson tried to speak out in protest, but her finger quickly pressed against his lips.
“I think it’s cute. Completely unnecessary, but cute…” She grinned.
He sighed.
“Sorry. It’s just…you’re so little. Not to mention sick too, it just makes me want to wrap you up in my arms and never let anything happen to you. Ever.”
Jackson watched Ashley’s face closely as he spoke. She looked somewhat shocked, a little nervous, but also willing.
“Jackson…can I ask you something?” She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear as her cheeks suddenly flushed.
“How do you…feel about me?”
Rating: PG-13 for language
Disclaimer: I don't know them or own them, they are flesh and blood people.
Author's Note: This is turning into a slow-burning one, I'm dragging out starting their relationship. I hope this doesn't bug people ;)
Ashley was awoken by the sound of soft knocking on her hotel-room door the next morning. Glancing at her phone she noticed it was almost noon. She sniffed softly and yawned, getting up and answering the door. Jackson stood on the other side with a carton of steaming hot soup in one hand and a blanket in the other. His smile faltered as he saw her.
“Shit I didn’t wake you did I?”
She smiled and nodded sleepily.
“Don’t worry about it, I think I’ve slept a solid fourteen hours.”
Jackson relaxed, handing her over the soup.
“Ok. How are you feeling?”
Ashley shrugged and coughed a little.
“A little crappy, but nothing soup and bed-rest won’t fix.” She smirked to him.
“Is that an invite Miss Greene?” Jackson returned the smirk.
“Miss Greene? What happened to ‘wifey’?” She pouted cutely.
Jackson shrugged and chucked.
“You’re ignoring my question, WIFEY.”
Ashley sniffed softly, giggling.
“Shut up and get into bed.”
He needed no further invitation. Draping his jacket over a chair he followed her, smiling softly as she snuggled into the large, comfortable bed. She looked adorable, but also tiny and vulnerable. He must have frowned because she looked strangely at him.
“What’s wrong Jackson?”
“What? Uh, nothing.” He kicked his shoes off, getting in beside her with the rest of his clothes on. A smile played at the corners of Ashley’s mouth.
“You’re worried about me.” It wasn’t a question, more a statement of disbelief. Jackson tried to speak out in protest, but her finger quickly pressed against his lips.
“I think it’s cute. Completely unnecessary, but cute…” She grinned.
He sighed.
“Sorry. It’s just…you’re so little. Not to mention sick too, it just makes me want to wrap you up in my arms and never let anything happen to you. Ever.”
Jackson watched Ashley’s face closely as he spoke. She looked somewhat shocked, a little nervous, but also willing.
“Jackson…can I ask you something?” She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear as her cheeks suddenly flushed.
“How do you…feel about me?”