Soft Gestures For Comfort

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Kisses for Clarity

Johnny ‘Coco’ Cruz x Reader

Sep 3 Prompt: foggy morning

Summary: Coco is the best at helping you through a foggy morning, though his methods may not always be conventional.

Warnings: a little angst, swearing, soft Coco

Words: 1.4k (oops)

A/N: Here we go... I'm of the firm belief that Coco needs all the hugs and would return them with interest. Hopefully I did him justice here. Thank you so much for reading, commenting and reblogging. I am horrible at replying but I see it all and it makes my day. If you’d like to be tagged for something let me know. (That will blow my mind - I still don’t fully accept that you lovely people are reading these fics.)

Coco’s eyes snapped open, pulled from a dream that was already fading from his memory. He frowned, slowly adjusting to the light as he realised that his arm wasn’t pinned underneath you like it was almost every other morning. He had gotten so used to waking up with pins and needles that actually being able to feel his fingers had him on edge.

Kicking the blankets off he stood up, frown deepening when he spotted the time flashing bright on the clock. 6:43 am. Too fucking early for you to be missing from bed.

He pushed his legs into a pair of boxers tossed haphazardly on the dresser hours earlier as he made his way out of the room. You had gotten back from spending time with the guys early the night before. Coco had lost his fight to keep his hands off you, dragging you out of the clubhouse as soon as he could. You had been far too tempting all night and he’d made sure you knew that well into the early hours of the morning.

That was the reason he couldn’t quite understand why you were awake. He could have sworn he’d worn you out.

The house was quiet as padded through it, all the lights off and Letty’s door still closed. Coco squinted to see through the sliver of light coming in through the gap in the curtains, trying to find some sign of you. You hadn’t mentioned needing to leave early for anything and even if you did, you would have said goodbye. He walked towards the kitchen, expecting to find you at the table but that was empty too. He was about to walk back down the hallway when the door caught his attention. It was slightly ajar.

Making his way across the tiles he opened the door and found you sitting on the back steps, hood pulled over your head and a mug of something clutched between your hands.

You had positioned yourself halfway down the steps, sitting in the middle and leaving Coco just enough room to slide in behind you. He knew you wouldn’t be startled, most likely already alerted to his arrival by the creak of the gate.

He lowered his body down onto the top step, legs lining up on either side of you as his chin came to rest on your shoulder.

“What you doin’ out here, Ma? It’s fucking early. And Sunday.”

You laughed softly at the horror in his tone at being up early on Sunday of all days, moving your body back slightly to relax against his chest.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

Nodding even though you couldn’t see him Coco leant forward, nudging the edge of your hood away from your neck. His lips found your skin, warm and soft and let them linger there for a while before speaking again.

“How long have you been out here?”

“A while. I never really got to sleep last night.”

Letting his arms fall over your shoulders, he took the mug and put it to one side. Bringing his hand back to hover above one of yours, his fingers starting to lightly trace shapes across the back of it, dancing across your skin.

“Something bothering you?”

You shrugged, not really sure why you hadn’t been able to fall asleep. You just felt… off. You couldn’t really put your finger on why.

“I dunno. I just feel... foggy, you know?  Like I can’t quite see through all the thoughts in my head.” You tried to shrug it off, thinking there wasn’t much Coco could do if you couldn’t understand what you were feeling. “I’m fine. Just having a weird day.”

Coco didn’t say anything for a while, keeping his body wrapped around as you watched the sun rise higher and higher. The sky was clear, the irony of that not lost on you as you continued to try and see through your own clouded thoughts.

“I get it, you know.” His voice right next to your ear made you jump but you settled back against him quickly as he continued to speak. “The feeling that there’s a fog sitting on top of you, fucking with your mind. It wasn’t there the day before and there’s isn’t really a reason for it to be around today but it just makes shit hard. Makes you want to just fucking … just stop until it disappears.”

You moved your free hand to rest on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. Of course he understood, probably better than anyone else in your life. The things he’d seen; the things he’d been through over the years were things you couldn’t even imagine. It was why he was always so good on days like this. If you needed space, he gave it to you. If you needed him to invade your space, he did that too.

“I just… There’s no one thing. Nothing’s really wrong but everything just feels heavier today.”

“I know, Ma. Our fucked up shit doesn’t like to leave us alone, huh?” Coco leant forward, placing a soft kiss to your temple and voicing his next words against your skin. “That foggy shit doesn’t hang around forever, though.”

Threading his fingers through the same hand they had been ghosting over, he gave it a gentle squeeze as you drifted into quiet once again. You listened to the sounds of the town slowly coming to life, not needing to fill the silence.

Coco had never been good at being near you without having his lips touch some part of you, though. After a while you felt him pull on the hood of your sweatshirt, tugging it down further to expose more skin. His mouth pressed lightly against the top of your spine, slowly moving up your neck until he reached that spot behind your ear that he knew made your toes curl.

You shifted your body on the step, moving so your back was angled against the railing instead of his chest, giving him better access and you a much better view. He reached down, his fingers lightly gripping your chin as he turned your face towards him.

“You gonna kiss me to clarity, Johnny?”

“Fuckin’ worth a try, ain’t it?”

He leant forward again as you smiled at his words, tilting your face up to meet his lips. He was slow and soft to start, teasing you until you pushed back, stealing his breath. You let yourself get lost in it, in the feel of Coco and the safety he came with. In the knowledge that you didn’t need to be anyone but yourself with him, whether that was you with a smile on your face or a mind that was spinning in twenty directions. Either way, he’d be there. He’d find you in your chaos and bring your back just like you did for him.

You weren’t sure how long you sat like that, just enjoying each other and letting Coco distract you. You surfaced for air a few times, hands drifting to his chest as your limbs started to ache with the awkward angle you were sitting at but neither of you noticed. That was the whole point, wasn’t it? To get lost and forget.

You were so deep in it that the gate opening did startle you this time, causing Coco to inadvertently bite down on your lip.

“Shit.” You sucked your lip in, wincing as the metallic taste of blood filled your mouth. Coco reached out to gently rub his thumb over it.

“My bad. You okay?” Nodding, you looked up to see Letty shaking her head at the two of you as she made her way outside, her grin not quite matching her biting words.

“You have a bedroom, you know?” She stepped over and around your joined bodies, heading for the table outside. “You should fucking use it.”

“Language, Leticia.” The actual reprimand was missing from Coco’s tone, his voice light and tinged with a laugh.

“Bite me, Coco.”

You laughed as you rested your head against Coco’s chest, your own lungs loosening ever so slightly. Your anxiety wasn’t going to leave you completely - amazing as they were, Coco’s kisses weren’t that powerful but you could already feel the fog starting to lift. It wouldn’t be a perfect day. It didn’t have to be and that was okay as long as you had Letty and your Johnny Coco Cruz to make you smile.

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⤹ 3.04 || “Checkmate” 

saying “be safe” like a spell that’ll protect them