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 eight { The Cross } chapter sixty-eight
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JJ'S HEAD WAS RESTING ON BROOKLYN'S CHEST WHILE SHE BREATHED IN AND OUT SOFTLY. JJ had an arm around her torso and a leg tangled in one of hers, his body was freezing in comparison to hers. Brooklyn had her cheek pressed against his bedhead, his blonde locks had been pulled and styled into a ball of mess but Brooklyn still found comfort.
His body shifted against her own and her eyes blinked a few times to reveal JJ who was still cradled up in her arms. Her arm was around his shoulders and her other one was around his neck, holding him close to her.
"JJ," Brooklyn says softly. "Are you awake?"
"Hmm," JJ hummed, arm tightening around her torso. "I'm tired."
"I'm tired too," she says. "We need to get up and—" She pauses to yawn. "get some clothes on."
"But I prefer you like this," JJ says, pinching the skin of her thigh.
JJ pushed the sheets away from around her which brought redness to her cheeks from pure embarrassment. He had seen her in much more vulnerable ways but now it felt different and more personal, something that Brooklyn didn't like.
The boy pushed his lips against the skin of her neck, sucking, biting and kissing away at the neck, the collarbone, the shoulders and then he leaned up to push his lips against hers once again. Brooklyn's arms fell around his neck and the pair continued to kiss until they fell breathless and their heads hit back against the pillows once again.
"Come on." Brooklyn patted the boy's stomach. "We really need to get clothes on."
Brooklyn was first to get out of bed and JJ watched as she pranced around the room to grab any piece of clothing she could find. She found an old t-shirt that belonged to John B and a pair of shorts which she pulled over her bikini she found laying at the bottom of her closet.
"You disappeared last night. What were you doing last night?" John B asks when she steps out of her room. Before she could answer JJ came out of her bedroom, pulling a shirt on over his body. "Oh, you did that."
"Yeah," she replies, stepping past her brother to grab a beer from the fridge. "Is our fridge broke? Nothing is cold."
"Our fridge has always been broke, Bee," John B says. "You didn't realise?"
"Morning, guys," Kiara waves from the sofa bed she passed out on last night. "Brooklyn, did anyone ever tell you how loud you are in bed?"
Brooklyn spotted a smirking JJ stood by the doorway and a not so amused John B stood next to her. "That must mean I did my job right," JJ says, glancing around at everyone in the room.
"Oh my God." Brooklyn throws up her middle finger to Kiara.
"Is JJ really that good?" Kiara asked, sitting up on the sofa. "Like—"
