Zoey giggled loudly as she grabbed at Jon's hands, trying to pull him up off the couch. He was down about a loss and she wanted to cheer him up. So she'd started to dance, not in a sexy way, or an elegant way, in such a way that could only be called her own. Glowing by The Script was playing through Jon's condo.
She already had him grinning widely by the time she came over to try to get him to join her. He tried to shake his head, because he knew he couldn't dance for shit, but he did want to hold her as she lost herself in one of her favourite songs. He stood and Zoey lifted her arms up to drape them over his broad shoulders. There was a noticeable height difference but neither minded as Zoey simply danced.
Jon moved his hands to her waist to hold her with a light grip, letting him sway his body. She stepped closer to him, their bodies pressed together and she stood on his tiptoes to press her lips to his ear.
She softly sung the lyrics to him, a smile evident in her voice. She thought she was a horrible singer, but Jon often disagreed. By the time the song was over, they were simple moving to the music slowly, arms wrapped around each other. Jon lifted his head from where it had been ducked into the crook of her shoulder and showed her a warm smile.
"You're quite the woman," Jon mused with a slight chuckle, moving his arms around her tighter.
"You tell me that a lot, sir," She returned, a blush covering her cheeks as she brought his face back down to hers to kiss him.
"And you make me smile," He murmured with his lips still on her, taking a step towards her to lead her back to his bedroom. Zoey muttered a 'mhm' and he continued, "And I love how you dance. How you sing so softly. The sound of your laugh. Your smile. I love it all." By the time he finished she was at the edge of his king size bed.
She let go of him and fell back on her bed. The moment was not sexualized at all, he simply wanted to lay with her and admire how gorgeous she was, all of the little things he loved about her.
He joined her on the bed and they moved to lay their heads on the pillows, staring at each other with no reserve. Jon lifted a hand to run his rough fingertips along her jaw line. Zoey blushed and lifted her hand as well to link her fingers in his.
"I love you," Jon blurted out. It was the first time he'd said it. After a fast passing two months, he hadn't been sure if it was too soon, but he hadn't even thought before it came out of his mouth.
"You're a lot to handle, Mr. Toews," Zoey replied in a soft tone, letting a slight smile twitch the corners of her lips up as she looked down to their hands that were held together between the pillows now.
"I know," He murmured, chuckling to himself. He almost wanted to beat himself up for letting that pass so blatantly. But he knew how Zoey was. She wore her heart on her sleeve and lived her life day to day, which was why he never brought up any sort of 'future' for them, not wanting to push her too far. Saying that he loved her wasn't exactly different from that, though.
"I love you too, though, despite that," Zoey spoke, looking back up to Jon with a grin.
It took Jon by surprise, he wasn't sure why, but it did, and it made his heartbeat quicken.
He moved his head towards hers to press a soft, passionate kiss to her lips.