fearless

sixteen; let's talk about selfish

In the morning, Jj leaves Lettie to sleep in while the rest of the Pogues go over the plan. When he returns to the spare bedroom, the girl is still sleeping, soft snores escaping her. So, the boy gets back under the covers, and brings Lettie's back up to his chest, his arms tightly around her.

Jj peppers kisses onto her shoulder, and when she hums in response he says, "Morning, sleepy," Against her skin.

Lettie turns in is arms, burrowing her face into the boy's chest, "Not yet," She grumbles. Lettie feels Jj's chest vibrate as he chuckles at her, and she would roll her eyes at him if she had the motivation to open them in the first place.

"Well it's gonna have to be soon," Jj teases, his hand reaching up to run through Lettie's hair, making her him un content once more, "We've got some gold to trade and cash to get."

"Restitution?" Lettie mumbles, still not opening her eyes.

Even though she can't see it, Jj nods, "That's the plan."

Lettie is silent, and Jj holds her as her breaths even back out, signaling that she's fallen back asleep. But, twenty minutes later, Jj gently shakes her awake, "Okay, now it's morning, sleepy."

Surprisingly, Lettie doesn't grumble, or resist, she leans up, and gives Jj a peck on the lips. She pulls back and stares at him, giving him a tired smile, "Good morning, ensoleillement."

Jj kisses her quickly again, following it by a kiss to her forehead, "Okay, get up, get that ass dressed, and let's go," To punctuate his sentence, Jj reaches down and affectionately squeezes one of her cheeks, making her squeal and slap his chest.

"I hate you," Lettie says, chuckling slightly as she peels the covers off of herself and throws on the first shirt she finds on the floor, which happens to be Jj's.

The blond shakes his head, "No, you don't."

Flipping him off as he gets up and leaves the room, Lettie smiles to herself. She doesn't hate him. Quite the opposite, actually. Lettie changes out of Jj's shirt into some of the spare clothes she keeps at the Chateau. Today, it's a pair of jean shorts, a simple white t shirt, and her usual checkered vans.

As she exits the bedroom, she sees Pope fiddling with something in the kitchen, "Pogie!" The girl shouts, making the boy jump and whip around, "Where's Kie?"

"In the van," He answers. Lettie nods, shooting Pope finger guns as she makes her way outside. As she approaches the old, volkswagen van, Lettie can hear Sarah and Kiara's hushed voices.

"What's good, girl gang?" Lettie asks as soon as they're in her sight. The blond and the brunette both warmly smile at Lettie as she walks up

"Morning frenchie," Kiara says as the girls do their handshake.

"Salute, Lettie," Sarah greets in an almost perfect french accent. Lettie's eyes widen at the blonde and she stands stunned.

A grin takes over Lettie's face, "Tu parles français? (You speak french?)"

"Un petit peu (a little bit)."

"Impressionnante (impressive)," Lettie remarks, her eyes settling on the paper in Kiara's hands, "What are we looking at?"

"The great pogue plan," The brown eyed girl responds, holding the paper out to show Lettie, "That's fifty feet down, and they're using one hundred feet of rope," She explains, using her finger to highlight the areas that Lettie should be looking at, "So I guess this little wagon will go straight to the gold room."