𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 is the twin sister of John Booker Routledge, and the daughter of John Routledge. Brooklyn has always been close to her family, but until the disappearance of her father nine months ago, she and John B are on a mis...
season two ; episode five { The Darkest Hour } chapter fifty-nine
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BROOKLYN AND JJ TOOK A DETOUR TO JJ'S HOUSE TO GRAB SOME CLOTHES THAT WEREN'T SOAKING WET. Thankfully, his deadbeat dad wasn't in the house as they made sure to check before going in. JJ didn't have a lot of clothes for himself never mind Brooklyn but they made do with the things they've got.
Brooklyn pulled the shirt she was wearing up and over her head while JJ rummaged around his bedroom to find something for her. "U-Uh, I don't have much but... this should do." He threw her a giant t-shirt and a pair of jeans. The clothes honestly seemed liked something she would wear.
"Thank you." Brooklyn stepped over to the boy who was staring at the clothes in his drawers.
She dropped the clothes to the ground and snaked her arms around his waist from behind. She pressed her cheek against his bare back and closed her hands together around the front of his torso. She wanted to calm him down, she knew he was stressed.
"I don't wanna lose you, Brooklyn." JJ placed his hands over hers. "And I'm sorry I argued with Kiara but I am not losing you. I have loved you for years and maybe she has too but... I love you."
She turned the boy around to face her. She pressed her hand against his chest. "JJ. I love you, okay? Maybe Kiara does love me but... I'm with you. I love you. I want to be with you. Okay? I don't want anyone else and I love Kiara, I do love Kie but..." She put her other hand in his hand. "Me and you are meant to be."
JJ's grin takes over his entire face, the grin that is so infectious that Brooklyn can't resist. JJ started to lean down and his breath ghosts over Brooklyn's lips, their noses brushing, and when he finally connects, she's smiling into it.
JJ slid one hand up the nape of Brooklyn's neck, cradling it. There's something about the way he's kissing her now— it's measured, deliberate. Soft. Brooklyn wasn't sure why, or what to do with it.
Brooklyn settles for pulling JJ in by the sway of his waist, pressing their bodies together. She kisses back, but let's herself be kissed however JJ wants to kiss her. His kisses were a lot different to how they've been in the past. Sweet and deep.
He pulled back to say, "Y-You know we haven't done this in a while..."
She grabs the waistband of JJ's jeans he had slipped on earlier, pushes him a little, and says, "Get on the bed."
JJ's breath hitches and he complies. Brooklyn moves to stand over him, looking down at his soft pink mouth. She feels taller than she's ever felt, more in power than she's ever been. JJ looks up at her, expectant, hungry.
