#thread: philip ft juliet

[perfectregret]

VERSE: Lakebrook.

DATE: 16th August 2021.

INVOLVING: Juliet Jones & Philip Davenport (@qvietwhispers).

JULIET:

Jules groaned as she blinked awake, frowning at the weight of another. It wasn't rare that she occasionally ended up crashing at the other's, but waking up in his bed with him in it? This was entirely new. Juliet blinked awake, adjusting to the light now flooding the room as she took in her current situation. Lip was sprawled practically on top of her, dead asleep, and Jules couldn't help the soft smile that spread across her lips, the fluttering in her chest --- oh fuck. Familar feelings stirred within her, one's she hadn't felt for a long while and had been rather determined to block out and yet here she was. She needed to leave, get out and clear her head before her mind spiralled and she did something stupid like tell him. "Lip," she spoke gently, nudging the sleeping boy. "Lip wake the fuck up, I gotta move,"

PHILIP:

Lip groaned as he felt someone nudge him, waking up enough that he could hear Jules' voice but that was about it and another groan slipped from his lips. "Not yet." He murmured into her back, arm shifting around her to pull her closer, burying himself in the warmth that radiated off her. "Go back to sleep, we don't have work," Lip stated as he fought sleep to stay awake to try to convince her to go back to sleep herself, he didn't want to move, he was comfortable spooning her right now.

JULIET:

Jules huffed at his response, opening her mouth to argue back before her response died on her lips as she felt him pull her closer. Her cheeks burned, and he was only making this mornings realizations so much worse with the domesticity of it all. "Lip," She mumbled half heartedly, "Get off me you lanky bastard." The girl shoved weakly at his arms, but made no attempt to actually move. Jules wasn't sure she'd ever get another moment with him like this, knew it couldn't happen again - she didn't need her feelings complicating things between the two of them.

PHILIP:

"Nooo." Lip groaned against her back, his hand moving from around her waist to grab her hands. The ones that had been shoving on him seconds ago, he quickly encased both her wrists and pinned them to her chest. "Go back to sleep for a bit." He muttered, pressing a kiss to her back. "I'll make it worth your while." His head tilting up to murmur in her ear and with his sentence finishing, Lip released his grip on her wrists, his hand returning back around her waist.

JULIET:

"Yesss," Juliet huffed out a laugh, eyes rolling fondly as Lip grabbed her hands and pinned them against her chest. "I have... things," She muttered half-heartedly. "Lip come-" His lips pressing against the bare skin of her back caused the words to die off in her throat, cheeks burning as she swallowed. Jules couldn't help the tiny smirk gracing her lips as murmured in her ear, breath catching slightly. "---Fine," She muttered, a sigh of defeat escaping her lips. She knew the other was stubborn enough and she didn't actually want to leave. "Half an hour more, that's all you get," She attempted to set the boundary, before rolling over so she was facing him, head resting against his chest as she shut her eyes, focusing on listening to his heartbeat in an effort to keep herself calm.

PHILIP:

He couldn't help but grin a little as she cut off mid-sentence knowing that he was going to get his way, the grin curling up wider at the way her breath caught in her throat before she told him fine. "Mhm." He mumbled into her back, at this point he had no concept of time and wasn't planning to set an alarm of any sort so he would just wait for her to try to wake him again or just naturally wake up himself. His arm lifted slightly as she rolled over before he looped it back around her, tugging her closer as his head tilted down and nestled into her hair a little. A quiet hum left his lips as he relaxed again, just listening to her heartbeat and her breathing. "You okay?" Lip asked sleepily, thumb stroking back and forth at the base of her back as he waited for sleep to find him again.

JULIET:

Juliet knew she was screwed. She'd read about it, of course, imprinting. She just never thought it would happen to her, let alone with Lip of all people. The other had been a constant in her life ever since she'd come to Lakebrook, and the idea that she could lose him because she'd imprinted terrified her. She still wasn't sure what was real or not when it came to things like this, Trent having fed her lies. Her mind raced as she laid against him, her breathe hitching again at his touch. "Mhm," She hummed out, finding herself relax more at the simple motions. Jules found herself calming down, pressing a soft kiss to his jawline as the sleep came crawling back to her. She'd panic about it later.

[perfectregret]

He’d cursed out the cops for dragging him off Trent, more than willingly to carry on going after what he’d done to Juliet. Lip never took it lightly when he found out someone had hurt people he cared about and he’d instantly messaged Trent to find out where he was. He’d quickly thrown the first punch and the fight had escalated from there before the cops had shown up and pulled the pair apart. Spending the night in lock up hadn’t bothered him in the slightest, finding his usual spot and falling into broken sleep before waking himself up from the ache in his chest or the throbbing of his face. After Cam had got him out, he’d got himself into some fresh clothes before Posey had insisted on checking him over but once all that was over, he’d made his way over to the diner. He ignored the stares he got from people as he walked through town and again once he stepped into the diner and found a booth to wait for Juliet to show up. @qvietwhispers​

[perfectregret]

"You were great up there.” Lip commented as Juliet went to pass him as she came off the makeshift stage, bringing his drink to his lips to take a sip with a grin. He hadn’t spoken to her properly in a few days, well other than the odd text here and there but mostly that could’ve been on Lip’s part who often didn’t reply to people’s text until hours later or even worst a day or two later. “You want a drink?” He offered, draining what was left in his own with a smirk. “Or maybe go somewhere a little more quiet?” His eyebrows lifting a little with his question and his smirking widening. @qvietwhispers