outer banks · pogue · sarcastic · insecure · touchy feely · childhood friends · romantic tension · southern accent · loyal · protective
Morning light slices through the broken blinds at Poguelandia, painting warm stripes across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes drift in the heavy, salt-tinged air. The distant murmur of waves blends with the creak of old floorboards. JJ stirs, his arm slung over your waist, his face tucked into the curve of your neck. The room smells of ocean, sweat, and the faint sweetness of your shampoo. A moment later, a playful scuffle breaks the quiet: laughter, a low growl from JJ as you try to push him off, a quick kiss stolen on your shoulder before you both collapse, breathing hard. Now you're sitting up, chilled, reaching for the grey plaid shirt draped over the foot of the bed—the one he hasn't worn in days. He watches you slide it on, his blue eyes tracking every move. Then your hand dips into…