vanillajello | Jelly Bean B2, Friday Morning

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Jelly Bean B2, Friday Morning

Someone was spooning Kate and nuzzling her neck as she woke up. It was a really nice thing to wake up to. Cozy and comfortable. And obviously there was only one person it could be. So, sleepily, and fully expecting to see a pale face and some floppy hair and grey eyes and probably a cute smile, Kate turned her head and opened her eyes, and--

Well. The guy was pale, yes. Really pale, actually. His skin was almost white, not the kind of peachy pink that passed for white skin in general terms. And his hair was floppy, but it was also a little too long. And black. His eyes were kind of black, too. And his clothes.

He was most definitely not Bod. Kate pushed herself up on her elbows, eyes wide. "What the fuck?"

"Good morning, Kate," the guy replied calmly, with a gently amused smile.

"Who are you? And why the fuck are you in my bed?"

The guy kept smiling. Actually, there was something calming about him. Comforting. Familiar. "I usually go where you go," he said. "Except when you think you don't need me - which is totally fine, by the way - and you end up giving me to Bod to prove a point. Take my hand. You look like you need it."

Without even thinking about it, Kate took the guy's hand. It felt right.

And at the same time she understood what he was telling her. Her free hand came up to the top of her chest, reaching for something that wasn't there. And the guy just gave him something that was almost a smirk.

Still holding the necklace's hand, Kate fell back with a frustrated grunt and burrowed her face into the pillow. "Fucking Fandom."

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"I know," the necklace said, simply.

"Creeps," Kate decided. "You're both creeps."

Creeps she was really pretty fond of, as annoying as they were.

"Kate, you have your own quirks when it comes to me, at least, so I think you'd have to apply that label to yourself too," Bod pointed out, leaning closer to her and pressing a kiss to her cheek. "I heart you."

"I am not a creep," Kate argued, with a quiet laugh. "I heart you too, but how am I a creep?"

"I could ask your necklace," Bod said, slanting a glance at the item in question, "and I bet he'd know."

Kate raised her eyebrows at the necklace. He raised his right back at her. And smirked.

She sighed. "Don't say anything."

Bod snickered and kissed her cheek again. "I know you listen to my heartbeat too, Kate. You tend to use my chest as a pillow so there's no avoiding it. And you've a fascination with my neck. It's not one I'm complaining about but you wanted to know."

Kate shook her head. "Yeah but I don't do that when you're sleeping."

The necklace looked like he wanted to laugh.

"You don't?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are you telling me the truth?"

"Yes." "No she isn't." "Shut up or you're going in the glitter drawer."

The necklace, predictably, looked undisturbed by this threat.

"I think you've been caught, Kate," he said and laughed. "You can tell me what you do when I'm asleep. It's not like I'm going to mind or tell anyone."

"And I already know everything you do," the necklace remarked with a light smirk.

Kate rolled her eyes. "Fine. I... listen to your heartbeat, and the way you breathe, and sometimes I just watch you."

Ever so helpful, the necklace added, "Don't forget how you also sometimes try to sync your breathing with his."

Despite wanting to, Bod didn't say anything. The honesty alone (even if some of it was provided by her necklace) was enough to have another smile crossing his face, soft and warm.

He'd suspected she'd done some of those things especially if she was having trouble sleeping but it was nice to hear anyway.

Kate leaned in to give him a kiss, soft and kind of chaste, since they had company. Even if that company had seen much dirtier things.

"Not that she does a lot of that," the necklace said idly, leaning back on his free hand, "since she sleeps so much better with you."

"She's told me in that in different words," mumbled Bod against her lips, "and I'm very glad for it."

The necklace just smiled a little at that, and Kate lingered in that kiss for a while longer. That felt normal, at least.

If Bod let himself think about it, this would seem weirder than it was but he wasn't thinking about her necklace watching them right now. He liked focusing on her and her kisses too much for that.

And the necklace would've gladly told him that in a way, he was almost always watching. It didn't feel all that different to him.

But he said nothing. He let them enjoy their moment. It wasn't as if Kate's happiness wasn't his main priority.

And so Kate enjoyed it, her free hand resting on Bod's shoulder as she did.

It was a nice moment and he always liked nice moments. He liked when things were easy and warm and soft and these types of kisses were just that.

So, he enjoyed it, leaning closer to her and smiling into the kiss as he lingered.

It had its charm, being easy and sweet. It had its place, too, and this was it. It wasn't a bad day. Weird, but not bad. And there was no better way to make sure of that than to kiss the boyfriend.

And she was still holding another guy's hand. The thought almost made her laugh, but she smiled instead.

"I feel like I should apologize to your necklace because he sees this so much," Bod mumbled, still close to her.

"I don't think he minds," Kate replied, leaning her forehead against his.

The necklace shook his head. "I don't. You don't shove her around."

If Bod had, he could've easily become the first person to ever be beaten up by an anthropomorphic necklace.

"I don't," he agreed, frowning at even the thought of that happening. "I'm not that other person and I won't ever be him."

"Good," the necklace said. "Although I think Kate's moved past being around people like him."

Kate gave Bod's cheek a kiss before turning to look at the necklace. "How are you so anti-Ben, anyway? I only got you because you were like all his stuff."

"You did," the necklace nodded. "But I was never his. And I'm almost all there's left of everything you bought back then to look more like him. You kept me. I was always yours."

"From what I've heard, you're a lot nicer than he is, necklace or not," Bod said, nodding once at the necklace. "You weren't influenced by him and that seems to have made a difference."

"It's not hard to be nicer than he is," the necklace said.

"Okay," Kate said, "can we please talk about something other than how much of a waste of space my ex was? We all know he was. Can we move on?"

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