Chapter: Densel & Grace 2.0 – Full Weekend Madness
Jay barely had time to hide behind Keifer's broad chest before Section E stormed the mansion. Bags of chips, sodas, snacks, and mysterious board games in tow.
"Welcome to our Saturday!" Felix shouted, plopping onto the couch like he owned it.
"Wait, this is your Saturday?!" Jay yelled, trying to sound mad but failing miserably as Keifer's arm snaked around her waist.
Yuri, standing next to David, crossed his arms, smirk twitching. "We heard things, okay? And apparently, you two can't even go one morning without… showing everyone you're married-married."
David scowled but couldn't hide the subtle twitch of jealousy. "Seriously, Watson, have some respect. There's a thing called… privacy."
Keifer just grinned. "Privacy? Honey, we live in a mansion. Section E showing up is basically tradition at this point."
Jay groaned. "I literally—"
"Relax, Mrs. Watson!" Rakki laughed. "We came to celebrate! Densel and Grace had Baby Grasel last year, now it's your turn to be the next legendary married couple we stalk relentlessly."
The gang plopped themselves across the living room. Mica claimed the recliner, Erin sprawled across the carpet, Kit and Mayo teamed up to inspect the snack stash. Eman immediately cornered Keifer, whispering: "How does it feel to have full control of Mrs. Watson's… schedule?"
Keifer's grin widened dangerously as he pulled Jay closer. "Oh, baby, you really don't want me to answer that."
Jay shivered, biting her lip. "Keifer—"
Yuri's voice cut through: "Oooohhh I see that smirk, Watson! You can't keep your hands off her, can you?"
"Can't? Don't want to," he muttered under his breath, pressing Jay against him just enough for her to gasp.
Jay's cheeks burned red. "We're married, yes, but—ugh—they're literally all watching us."
Keifer leaned down, lips brushing her ear. "Then let's make it worth their eyes."
Jay froze. Just imagining what he meant had her knees wobbling.
Two hours later…
Section E was scattered everywhere. Snacks on the table, music blasting. They were laughing, teasing, and somehow—because of their chaotic energy—they had the mansion practically vibrating.
Jay and Keifer had retreated to the library, or at least tried to. Keifer leaned against the shelves, one hand cupping her face, the other wandering.
Jay whined softly. "Keifer, we're literally in the house—someone could hear—"
"Good," he whispered, kissing her hard. "They should hear. Let them know how Mrs. Watson belongs to me."
Her fingers clutched his shirt. Every noise from the living room—the laughter, the squeals, the occasional shout—only made her hotter, her pulse racing.
Outside the library door, Section E continued their chaos:
Mica and Erin were plotting a "secret challenge" to make Jayfer play a game with ridiculous dares.
Felix and Kit were pretending to "spy" on them through the cracks of the door.
David and Yuri were very clearly watching, jealousy simmering, muttering insults under their breath at Keifer for "hogging Jay."
Meanwhile, inside, Jay was helpless under Keifer's hands.
"Keifer—" she gasped as his lips trailed down her neck, "we can't—"
"Oh, but we can," he breathed, nipping her skin. "Because even with Densel and Grace 2.0—everyone else in Section E—you're mine, Jay. Always."
Her knees buckled. "I—yes—you're impossible."
"Mm, that's my wife," he murmured, capturing her lips again.
Outside, Felix whispered to Rakki: "Should we tell them we're leaving, or…?"
"Are you kidding? Let's watch. This is better than Netflix."
Jay groaned into Keifer's chest, half exasperated, half melting.
Keifer grinned against her hair. "I think they'll call us legendary by the end of the day."
And with that, Section E's laughter echoed through the mansion, but Jayfer? They didn't care. They were lost in each other, hands everywhere, lips stolen, with chaos and spice surrounding them like confetti in a hurricane.