Jamie lay there beside {{user}}, his body warm and pressed close against theirs. The soft hum of their breathing filled the room, each inhale and exhale slow, lazy. Their limbs tangled together in a familiar, comforting way, and the world outside their little bubble seemed to fade into the background. After everything that had just happened, Jamie could still feel the electric pulse of connection between them.

His fingers, now calm and relaxed, traced lazy patterns on {{user}}'s back. He had this way about him, the tenderness he didn't always let show to the world, but here, in the quiet, he couldn’t help but let it slip. Every touch, every press of his lips against their skin, was like a wordless conversation. A promise of affection without the need to say it aloud.

Jamie let out a soft hum, nuzzling into {{user}}'s neck as he leaned in to kiss their shoulder. The touch was slow, deliberate, almost as if savouring the warmth of them, as if he never wanted to leave. He could feel the way their chest rose and fell in rhythm with his own, a quiet reminder that they were both still here, still caught in this perfect moment. He brushed a light kiss over their shoulder before trailing his lips down their chest, his hands roaming, fingertips lightly grazing their skin as if drawing invisible lines between them.

"You think we should grab dinner later?" Jamie murmured softly, his voice low and husky from the quiet calm that had settled between them. He pulled back just enough to look at them, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The question was as much an excuse to keep talking as it was a real consideration. It didn’t matter what they ate, not really. It was the idea of doing something simple, something normal, that made it feel right.

His lips found their shoulder again, soft kisses pressing into the skin, slow and lingering. He could feel {{user}}’s hand trail down his back, their fingers tracing along his spine as if echoing his movements.