#hello Jal enjoyers how do we feel today???

[thebluestbluewords]

S’more gimme s’more

A dishrag goes flying past Mal’s head.

It’s not a bad throw. 

“You’re so annoying,” Mal laughs, snagging it out of the air before it can hit the floor.

She’s not annoyed, not really. Not when she’s got Jay beside her. She feels almost giddy with now not-annoyed she is. They’re really here, in a house that nobody can take away from them, that Evie bought for them to live in together, and they’re been invited to a party. Actually invited, as wanted guests. Not just as tag-along plus ones or the begrudgingly accepted party crashers that they were back home. She can’t be annoyed when she’s all hyped up on the feeling of being wanted. “I should start toasting all the shit you throw at me.” 

Jay throws a plastic spoon at her from across the kitchen. “Ayy, you should. I’ll start throwing marshmallows. Get some s’mores in here.” 

“You wouldn’t.” 

Jay’s eyes go bright in the way that means he wants to smile, but also wants to hide it. “Bet.” 

There’s—oh no, this was a mistake, there’s a bag of marshmallows out on the counter, leftover from the fire they’d made last night, slowly going stale in the bottom of their sticky plastic bag. 

Mal could lunge for the bag, but Jay is taller and faster and starts moving first. 

The first marshmallow hits Mal’s shoulder in a sticky puff of sugar. 

“No, Jay— Jay!” Mal squeals, throwing her hands up in front of her face. “Stop it!” 

“Make me, killer.” 

“Oh, I’ll make you stop.” 

Jay grins, hand already cocked back with another marshmallow ready to fly. “Do it.” 

“I will!” Mal says, grinning back despite herself. She’s too happy to hold on to any real annoyance. “I’ll toast you and the marshmallow, and you’ll have to go to the party with your eyebrows burnt off, and everyone’s going to think you’re repeating chemistry again.” 

“Dude, it’s way too late in the year for that. I’m telling everyone you did it.”

“And I am a proper lady now, and I would never stoop so low as to pull some horrible prank and burn my dear friend’s eyebrows off.” Mal says, grinning. She’s already burned her own eyebrows off once, and the only reason they’re not still crispy is because she found a counter-spell before anyone saw. “It’s slander. You could be hanged for saying something like that about a lady of Auradon.” 

“Yeah, who’re you fooling with that one? Face it, killer. You’re not scaring anybody.” 

Mal opens her mouth just the tiniest bit, and lets the flames she’s been slowly building up with her magic lick their way out. 

“I’ll see what Jane thinks of your blasphemy tomorrow,” she says, teasing just the slightest bit of the fire in her voice. “She’s still scared of me, you know. She thinks we’re just the most wicked, awful people ever.” 

“And that’s why we’re invited to her party?” 

“Shut up. Let me have this.” 

“Sure. You’re awful and scary and horrible, and if I don’t stop throwing marshmallows at you, you’ll what, burn me to a crisp?” 

“Something like that,” Mal manages, but between the fire she’s keeping in her mouth and the way Jay is backing her into the counter, it comes out breathier than she intended. “I mean, I’m the hot one, right?” 

Jay laughs. “I’m the hot one, baby dragon. Evie’s the smart one, C’s the nerdy one, and you’re the dangerous one.” 

Mal tips her chin up to meet his eyes. Stupid boys, growing taller than her. It shouldn’t be such a delight to know that he’s taller now because he’s off the isle, and Auradon has given them all the chance to grow. “You think I’m hot.” 

Jay grins. “I think you’re dangerous.” 

“I think you should stop backing me against the counter and let me get up on it again.” 

Jay moves back a barely-preceptable half of a step, just enough for Mal to get her hands on the counter behind her and use her arms and core to pull herself up to sit on the edge. It’s been hot outside, but here in the kitchen the cold stone of the counter is smooth and shockingly chilly against the bare backs of her thighs. The little lavender tennis skirt Evie told her to wear today is cute, but it’s too short to protect her from the chill. It’s so sort she’s practically exposed already, just sitting up here like this. 

Maybe that’s the point. 

Jay leans forward again, now that Mal is safely on her perch. “You need the high ground to feel strong?” he asks her, teasing. “Little baby dragon wants to feel tall again?” 

“As if,” Mal scoffs. As if she is a dragon, and she could fly anywhere in the world if she wanted to, and it’s just a coincidence that she’s still here in the kitchen. “I just like the view from up here.” 

Jay is so close, and so warm, and so very inside her personal space. “The view, huh?” 

“And maybe the leverage,” Mal admits. From up here she’s able to cup Jay’s face between her palms, her thumbs on the sharp planes of his cheekbones and the heels of her hands at the edge of his jaw. She’s not wearing gloves right now, and the warmth of his bare skin against her own is startling. “You wanna do something about it?” 

Jay leans in, crowding her further against the counter until he’s pressed right into the hollow between her legs, where she’s hot and getting hotter, and plants his hands firmly, one on the counter and one on the curve of Mal’s hip. “I wouldn’t want to disturb the dragon.”