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7team7 · 5 years ago

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I'm twenty when I'm with you: chapter five

Chapter title: Roommates

Summary: Soulmate AU: Living together is easy, like breathing. What would they do without each other?

Rating: T

chapter one / two / three / four / six

Someone had to be testing her.

Sakura liked to believe she wasn’t terribly unlucky. She normally managed to catch the bus before it drove away and she had yet to trip on the stairs up to their apartment. The universe seemed to like to crush this notion into a million pieces when the moving company was unable to deliver her bed and the couch to her new apartment until one whole month after the start of school due to a major stock mix up.

Her apartment, nevermind that she was sharing with Sasuke, was supposed to be a cozy affair, but how could she relax at all when there was a severe lack of a sectional in the living area?

As for a good night’s sleep, Sakura dragged out her blankets out of their boxes and laid them down on the floor. It would have to do for now.

“You don’t have to sleep on the floor,” Sasuke—her roommate—spoke from the doorway. He was just about finished unpacking and was ready to wish Sakura goodnight.

“Yeah, as much as I would like that, I’m not sleeping on our kitchen table, Naruto already suggested that. Just sucks that my bed won’t be here for a while.”

Sakura noticed the stiffness in Sasuke’s posture as he stood in the doorway, but now he just looked confused. Was something bothering him?

“No,” he began slowly, “you can sleep in my bed.”

“I couldn’t do that to you! I would feel so bad making you sleep on the floor.”

“Sakura. You would sleep in my bed, but I would sleep with you. Because it’s my bed. We would both sleep there.”

Oh.

“Are you..sure?” Sakura began hesitantly. What if she snored? He scoffed and Sakura got the message: why would he offer if he wasn’t sure? Sasuke was not the type to inconvenience himself just to be nice.

He smirked at her, “besides, it’s not the first time we’ve shared a bed.” Sakura covered her face with her hands, blushing, “I didn’t think you remembered that.”

He shrugged as he turned to lead her back to his room, right next door. “Of course I remember.” Best sleep of his life, how could he forget?

Sakura gingerly untucked her side of the bed (when did it already become her side?) as Sasuke slipped under the covers. It was so like Sasuke to have already made his bed when they had just moved in. She felt bad for coming in and messing it up, but his bed was awfully big. It would need some breaking in and she had a feeling he could use some company. He once mentioned he had nightmares.

Sasuke got himself settled under the covers, wondering how close was too close to lay next to her. Her warmth next to him was comforting. He hoped he didn’t have one of his more disruptive nightmares. What if he smelled bad? He wasn’t sure why he was so worried about impressing her, when it was just Sakura. Right, just Sakura, he told himself.

They both eventually stopped shifting around, laying flat on their backs with their hands folded on their respective stomachs, staring at the ceiling. “Um,” Sakura started.

Sasuke turned to face her, picking out the glow of her eyes even in the dark. She seemed awfully small in this giant bed. “Yes?”

“Nothing,” she said quickly, her head back to face the ceiling.

“Okay.”

“Yup.”

“Goodnight.”

The sound of their breathing was obvious, but not uncomfortable. Sakura didn’t know what it was, the exhaustion from unpacking, maybe, but she felt herself curling into her usual sleeping position, back to Sasuke. He had a feeling she was going to steal all the blankets at some point in the night, so after her breathing deepened and he stopped worrying about waking her up, he loosely wrapped his body around hers. For warmth, of course.

When they woke up, they said nothing, cheeks pink as they prepared breakfast. Perhaps the strangest part of it all was that it felt natural and comfortable.

So comfortable that they slept in the same bed every night, waking each morning without a word as if they weren’t tangled up together just moments before. When Sakura’s bed finally arrived, she made a big fuss about how uncomfortable it was and how cold the weather had turned just a month after they started school. Sasuke didn’t say anything when she crawled into his bed every night.

A gentle kiss to his cheek and he felt like he was burning. Her hand was placed on his chest to steady her, but it singed his skin. She laid her head on his shoulder, sighing in contentment. He was on edge, and he willed his body to relax, to melt into her like she had melted into him.

What was this?

He felt like he was watching himself from outside his body as his hand, his dream hand, came up to stroke pink hair. Only one person had pink hair and he would only dream of one person.

She looked up at him, smiling that smile, his smile , “Sasuke, I love—”

Sasuke awoke with a start, heart pounding wildly. What was going on? When Sakura first started burrowing down in his bed each night, he experienced wonderful, dreamless sleep. His waking thoughts were already filled with cotton candy hair and jade eyes and a feeling of belonging, and it looked like it would be that way for his dreams too.

Despite the relatively mellow dream, he was breathing hard. Since when did emotional intimacy get him so hot and bothered? He slowly peeled himself away from Sakura’s form (when did he move so close to her?) to find her still asleep, looking like an angel. He didn’t want to disturb her, so he slipped out of bed as noiselessly as possible to get some water from the kitchen. He needed to cool off.

He was gulping down a glass when he heard the floorboards creak. “What are you doing? Did I wake you up?” His heart started to break—she looked sleepy and adorable with the comforter wrapped around her like a cape. Sakura rubbed her eyes, squinting at him. Instead of answering him right away, she moved to stand in front of him and rested her head against his bare chest. He had no choice but to abandon his glass.

His arm was wrapped around her and the comforter when she finally spoke, her voice scratchy with sleep, “was wondering where you went. I’m cold.” She scooted even closer to him, her entire body pressed up against his. He wondered if her habit of burrowing close to him at night, of stealing his body heat, had anything to do with his dreams. If she kept standing pressed up against him like this he’d be having distinctly dirtier dreams.

Sasuke squeezed her briefly and placed an almost accidental kiss to the top of her head. He started guiding her back to his bed— their bed—wondering why everything came so easy with her. Sasuke was tired and still a little thirsty, but suddenly getting Sakura warm and back to sleep was the only thing that mattered. Because he cared about her.

Only after they settled back into bed did he realize she had taken his shirt to wear as pajamas. He fell asleep spooning her, his hand wrapped in the excess fabric of the shirt she was wearing. Even if he dreamed of her again, he wouldn’t be upset.

Living with Sasuke was easier than she thought, if she ignored the almost uncomfortable level of attraction between the two of them. He cooked a lot and reminded her to take breaks from studying. He was a clean person and always smelled good, even when he came back from the gym. He allowed her to put a single cherry blossom sticker on his black laptop case. He was always there to welcome her home or pick her up if she didn’t want to walk alone. And it didn’t hurt that he was so damn attractive.

When he wasn’t there, she felt like her body ached and yearned for his presence. He convinced her to share his location with her, you know, for safety purposes, and she found herself checking it almost constantly. They lived together, but why did she miss him so much?

She found excuses to hang out with him, even turning down other plans because watching a movie with him always sounded better. She tried chalking it up to being a homebody, but she never minded going out if he was with her. She studied more diligently because she told herself she could then reward herself with some Sasuke time afterwards. It felt a little pathetic, but it was really what kept her going.

He forced himself to leave the house, not wanting her to be able to notice just how attached to her he had become. He thought she might want her space, thought she might find him too intense. They were roommates, they didn’t have to spend every waking hour together, right? Even though that’s more along the lines of what he wanted.

He took care of her in ways he hoped seemed casual enough. He always just so happened to cook enough food for her to enjoy the leftovers, always telling her he “was going that direction anyway” as soon as she called him to come get her, always checking up on her. But he definitely never took care of his freshman year roommate like this.

He felt pained thinking about the future. They wouldn’t be roommates forever. Thinking of another person—her soulmate—taking care of Sakura left a bad taste in his mouth. Sakura was a caring person, she’d make a good roommate for anyone, but he hoped she treated him extra special. It was childish, but he liked feeling special in her eyes; it had a different connotation and spread warmth throughout his chest.

Sasuke was out of the house — again, where was he lately? — so Sakura took advantage of being alone to talk on the phone with Ino. She had a lot to update her on.

She tried to steer the conversation towards safe topics like classes and family, but Ino kept bringing it back to Sasuke. “It sounds like you spend an awful lot of time with him, Forehead. Wouldn’t it be cool if he was your soulmate? It is kind of weird how well you get along—I mean, I never expected it. He barely talked to anyone else in high school.”

Sakura sighed, for once laying on her own bed. “It’s not like that, we’re just roommates! You know it’s only natural for two humans to bond when they spend a lot of time together. Shouldn’t you know that, miss psychology major?” Sakura felt like she was grasping at straws trying to justify herself. This reminded her of the time she had to convince her mom to let her live with Sasuke: she really had to emphasize that everyone else had roommates already and this situation was better than living with strangers and they were simply compatible based on their living habits. Plus, he could kill bugs for her.

“Yeah, yeah, but I don’t think anyone would bond or whatever the way you and Sasuke have. Why won’t you even consider the possibility of him being your soulmate? Is he not good enough for you?”

A strange feeling bubbled up in Sakura’s stomach. There was nothing wrong with Sasuke as her soulmate, quite the opposite actually: she wasn’t sure she could stand seeing him have a soulbond with anyone else. Their connection felt strong enough already, how intense would his soulmate connect with him? So she pushed any thoughts of soulmates out of her brain to save herself the heartbreak.

She changed the subject, “whatever, it doesn’t matter that much. What about you? Any cute boys on your end?” Ino chattered incessantly for the rest of the phone call, and Sakura was grateful for it, but she just kept wondering when Sasuke would come home. Her days were always better with him in them.

“TenTen invited me to a party tonight, but I don’t really wanna go.” Am I being lame? Can you just tell me to stay home?

“Then don’t.” I’m being serious, don’t go. “I don’t know if I’ll know anybody there besides her.” But at home, there’s you. “Want me to go with you?” Sasuke grimaced as he offered, remembering his sloppy behavior the last time they had attended a party together. I’d go anywhere if you asked.

“No, no, you should just stay home and relax. It probably won’t be that fun anyway.” I don’t want to bother you, but it would definitely be better with you.

“You haven’t been out in a while, you never know.” I’ve gotta make this less suspicious.

“I don’t know. I actually don’t really feel like going.” I’ve been waiting for you here.

“Then just stay home.” Please stay here. With me.

“Okay.”

Sakura was glad she didn’t have to ask outright, glad he could read her expressions well enough to coax her into doing what she really wanted. Sasuke was relieved she agreed. He would’ve missed her if she went, and the thought of her forcing herself into situations unsettled him. If she stayed home, he could at least try to make sure she was comfortable.

“I don’t feel like cooking tonight. Can we order in? Or...can you make us something if I do the dishes?”

“I already started preheating the oven. I’m making your favorite.”

“Are you boiling water?”

“Yeah. Should be enough for two cups of tea.”

“Okay. Come sit on the couch, I’ll get the blanket.”

Sasuke opened the fridge, ready to make himself a big breakfast before his midterm. Sakura had already left for class, so he wouldn’t even get to eat with her and he felt himself pouting a bit. He smiled when he noticed a hot pink sticky note on top of a plastic bag with a sandwich, “good luck on your test! See you tonight. <3” The sandwich looked like it was stacked high with tomatoes.

You never put medication on your cuts?” Sakura asked as she cleaned up Sasuke’s hand. He was being careless with a kitchen knife.

Sasuke shrugged, trying not to flinch from the stinging. “Why should I? I’ve always been fine before.” “Because you need to take care of yourself, Sasuke,” she admonished gently, a sad smile graced her features.

Sasuke suddenly felt the need to make it better, even though he was the injured one. “Okay. I will,” he promised. This seemed to placate her marginally, but he continued softly, “Thank you, Sakura.”

That put the sparkle back in her eyes.

“I washed a few of your shirts that got mixed in with my laundry. They’re folded on the bed,” Sakura mentioned when Sasuke came home. She said it like it was an accident when they both knew she plucked a shirt out of his drawer whenever she pleased.

He gave her a lazy half smile, “what would I ever do without you?” He meant it as a joke, but he knew he shouldn’t have said it as soon as the light died in her eyes. The room’s atmosphere became thick with tension.

They wouldn’t live together forever. Neither of them knew where life after college would take them. What would they do without each other?

“Let’s just eat dinner now, yeah?”

“I’m home.”

“Welcome back.”

A/N: *twice voice* you make me feel special

Ughh they are so domestic and they don’t even realize it. By the end I was kind of just trying to write vignettes to give an idea of how they are together.

One more chapter to go!! I tried to make this one longer.

#sasusaku #my writing #soulmate au #fanfic

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soobadnoonecanstopher · 6 years ago

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Pink Heart Days, (an I Give Up Deleted Scene)

Genre: Angst/Smut 18+

Characters: You X Baekhyun

Word Count: 5.6k

A/N: idk i just wrote this today and i died a little.

IGU Deleted Scenes Masterlist

It started with that damn credit card. It was small and plastic and it had your name printed out on it. You hadn’t even been expecting it when it came in the mail, addressed to you in a plain white envelope on a Tuesday afternoon that felt like any other Tuesday afternoon.

You instantly pulled out your cell phone, shot a picture of the card, still attached to the welcome letter with that stretchy strip of glue and sent the image to Baekhyun.

You didn’t even have time to type out a question when your phone buzzed with his reply.

“OH, it came. Good ^^”

“Don't freak out. It’s only for emergencies.”

“And for anything, you might need around the house.”

“Stop buying cheap ramen, baby. Use the card and buy nice healthy stuff, please. I need you to be mine forever and ever.”

“And buy me sausages too.”

You didn't even have a response for him. If you complained about the very thought of using his money he would nag about how nothing was really his or yours anymore. The millions you saw on the screen of your banking app that changed daily, rising and falling as if it had a mind of its own, somehow, even without your having to earn a dime of it, had your name on it beside his.

If you mentioned the idea of paying for something from that other account, the one with only your name, the one that held your earnings from the part time job you still showed up for at the dry cleaners, the one that he tried to convince you to quit so you could focus on your studies, if you mentioned that account he would probably freak out and demand to know why you even still bothered with all of that when he was more than capable of paying for your school fees, or for your lunches when you were out of the house, or for silly little things like those cheap dangly earrings you bought because you thought they were pretty even if they were fake and would make your ears itch if you wore them for longer than a day.

Baekhyun insistently maintained that since you’d gotten married and even updated his family registry to add your name as his legal spouse there was only what belonged to the both of you.

It was a big old thing at the time. After the initial freak out of both your parents and his parents and that enormous storm that must have taken months to blow over, it actually felt like relief to have the huge secret out to the closest people in your life. It certainly made it easier to explain to your parents why you were moving into his place. He was your husband. Didn’t wives live with their husbands after all?

Even if “living with” was about as big a stretch as one could make claim to when the amount of time he was actually home with you was this paltry little number of days marked on the calendar with little pink heart stickers with his very own hand. Pink heart days were scheduled like doctor’s appointments. You always knew ahead of time when he would have a day, or an afternoon, or a night off and you would wait anxiously for the sound of that door code to ring out; with his favorite snacks in the kitchen, the latest new releases on DVD to watch with him and the house in tip-top shape out of some twisted sense of marital obligation that lived somewhere deep inside the recesses of your mind.

It simply was not part of your personality to blindly accept everything he had to give you without at least some bit of effort on your part to somehow earn it. You were trying though. On Friday nights you would splurge on the good take out, the kind that was double the price and all organic, and you even stopped buying the cheap ramen after he threw it all out when he had been feeling particularly naggy.

At least, on pink heart days, you were always sure things like super deluxe toilet paper was well stocked in the bathrooms, the thermostat in the apartment was set to a crisp and perfect temperature, more than appropriate for the season outside, and all of the bills were up to date.

You kept him and his ideals satisfied, and on most days, days on the calendar that didn’t have a little pink heart, you stayed in nights, ate leftovers from dinner with your mom, and covered up with extra blankets to save on the heating bill when it was really cold outside.

You felt like a sneak, sure, but the system worked for you.

That was until one particularly cold evening that was not a pink heart day (this was Wednesday and the next pink heart day was at least two weeks away), and you were curled up on the sofa wrapped inside your favorite down comforter for lounging, sipping a mug of warm tea as you went over the questions and answers for the exam you had just received back from the professor. You got an A on the exam, only missing a single question (a stupidly worded question designed to confuse, you were now convinced), and you were certain the midterm would cover this material. It never hurt to sink this knowledge in deep so you had no problems come exam time.

The microwave dinged and your leftover rice was waiting for you when you heard another sound. Something that was different from the beeping in the kitchen, this was unexpected and unprecedented. It was the door and someone was pushing buttons to open it and here you were, midway to the kitchen, walking entirely encased in your blanket cocoon with the floor below your socks unvacuumed and you were pretty sure there was next to no food in that fridge right now.

“Hello?” It was definitely Baekhyun’s voice echoing down the hallway that led toward the kitchen from the front door and you felt a strange swell of panic inside your chest. It was absolutely, in no twist of fate or trick of the cosmos, definitely not a pink heart day!

“Oh, it’s cold in here.” You heard him say to himself.

“Baby?”

There was a misplaced alarm in his voice. You heard it in the way he called out for you and the quick steps you heard of his bare feet slapping on the marble floor made your voice work instantly.

“Yeah, I’m in the kitchen,” you called back and his bare face appeared in front of your eyes like a dream. His eyes were wide and his chest heaved with the heavy breaths he took. It only lasted a second because he had you in his sights, still cocooned in the big blanket with both hands around the mug of tea you hadn’t yet had a chance to finish.

“Why is it so cold in here? Are you not feeling well? Are you sick? Do you have a fever?” The questions didn't seem to follow a coherent thread of thought but he was now taking in your appearance, the big blanket, the mug of warm tea. Perhaps he thought you were sick and having a temperature control problem.

“What are you doing here? You aren’t scheduled to be home today.” He had already taken the steps to close the distance between the two of you and his hands were rubbing up and down over the blanket over your arms before he dipped his face to look into your eyes for a moment. You let the eye contact he sought out, fall quickly from your own grasp. You felt his warm fingers brush along your cheek before he opened his hand to lay it flat over your skin, cupping your face. He moved the same hand to feel the skin of your forehead and his brows furrowed once and he looked around the place at last.

It was dark. It was cold. You were alone with a single dish of leftover rice from your mom’s house sitting inside the opened microwave oven; since you hadn’t had a chance to make it to the market and grocery delivery services honestly felt like such a waste of money when it was just for you, so you were eating just the rice for dinner and he wasn’t supposed to be home yet. It wasn’t a damn pink heart day.

Baekhyun was a very smart man.

And he knew you quite well.

You saw the shift in his demeanor in an instant as he took in the clues around him and he bit down on his lip while crossing arms over his chest.

When shift reached his eyes and they hardened you knew you were in for a long night.

You expected some line of questioning. Much of the same as from before when things like this got out of hand.

“Is this your dinner?” Was the only question from his lips and he pulled the rice from the microwave, careful not to burn his fingers and let the container toss down onto the granite countertop rather unceremoniously before he was pulling the door of the fridge open quickly to peer inside.

“Why is this so empty? Why are you only having rice? Why are all the lights off? Why is it so fucking cold in this house?”

He whirled around, his eyes wide and his face red and you carefully placed the tea on the counter before you as you reached to clean up the bits of rice that had scattered when he tossed the plastic container. The vibration in your chest made you feel uncomfortable.

The fridge closed with a bang and you could hear something fall out of the door inside and tumble against the inside shelves. It was probably the soy sauce. There wasn’t much else to tumble and the soy sauce liked to fall out if you let the door of your fridge close too carelessly.

“Is this how you live when I’m not here?”

You felt a lump somewhere within your chest with his words. You could hear the disappointment and the accusation in them and perhaps it was that one fucking question you got wrong on your test, or maybe it was the fact that your period was due to start sometime next week and your breasts had been feeling a bit sore and tender when you showered, but you could feel that lump growing harder and more suffocating the longer he stood in your kitchen with his hands at his hips, a colonel standing akimbo, waiting for his private to give a report.

...when He was not here.

He was the love of your life. He was the only one whose mere existence could brighten your foul moods and make you smile when you felt like crying.

Crying was something you rarely did with Baekhyun. You never cried on the pink heart days. You saved that for the rest of the days of the week.

You saved that for the days when he was not here.

Which was nearly all of the time.

“What does it matter if you aren’t even here to see it?” You shoved your shoulders out of the blanket, forgetting it on the floor at your feet and you pushed your body into the space behind his back, where the kitchen counter bruised up against your flank when you shoved past his heavy breathing and toward that fridge to find the bottle of soy sauce with swift hands before it could be forgotten and roll out, shattering on the floor below. What a mess that would be for you to clean up all by yourself. The bits of glass would surely scatter below the small space of opening below the fridge. What if when the robot vacuum that liked to keep you company sometimes whenever you remembered to charge it, dislodged a tiny piece of glass and dropped it somewhere on the floor and then you stepped on it. Do you know how hard it is to remove a piece of glass from your own foot without anyone to help you?

You were right. It was the bottle of soy sauce. You caught it in time and carefully placed it back inside the door and closing the thing slowly and carefully so it would not fall again.

When you turned to face him you were only met with his back.

He had not moved and his hands hung limply by his side, not even enraged enough for tightly clenched fists or trembling shoulders that were wound too tightly.

“It’s—” he whispered, “hard...isn’t it?”

You hadn’t expected this question. It didn't fit his usual questions when you argued about the money you didn’t spend, and its arrival was unwelcome for it brought with it a burst of pressure that pushed the lump in your throat up higher. Every time you tried to breathe now, you could feel it. What was that? Why couldn't you swallow it away?

You scratched at your throat and your hand rubbed over your face lightly, coming back wet.

Great. You were crying now and with the defeated way his shoulders sagged and the sound of his breathing you could tell that he was close to the same.

“Having to ...wait to see you. Making appointments like a business meeting so I can touch you. Not being able to look at you with my own two eyes to make sure you’re eating well or sleeping well.” When he inhaled a breath it sounded as unstable as the soy sauce ready to shatter against the hard marble floor.

“I know it’s not enough,” he said.

The lump was at the back of your tongue and you lifted both hands to cover your face and block out the sight his defeated shoulders sagging like that. His head had hung so low you couldn't even make out the top of his blonde hair anymore. Or was it grey now? His hair changed like the calendar days and sometimes you missed entire shades. You heard from a fansite that his hair was a chestnut brown for a small while recently, yet you saw no evidence with your own two eyes.

With your hands over your eyes, you didn't have to see any of the tremblings you heard in his lungs. You only heard the sound of the gasp of breath. You only heard the shift as he turned and pivoted and you only felt the tremble in his fingertips that brushed lightly over the back of your head.

“Am… I fucking this up?” Your lips trembled against your will and your eyes burned as fresh tears welled up and spilled below your fingers. “God...I love you so much. Am I ruining us?”

You gasped in for air, unable to breathe right through your hands and through the trembling and when you risked a look you could see the pain on his face.

Baekhyun, your Baekhyun. That beautiful human who you loved and who loved you; who promised you everything, but who also promised his company and his group and his fans everything as well, and worked himself to death to deliver on all of the promises, only failing himself in the end when he collapsed into his bed for three hours of sleep on an exhausted body and mind and soul so he could wake up and do it all over again. Baekhyun was crying, the tears flooded his eyes and spilled out over his cheeks and his nose was as pink as those hearts. The eye makeup left on his eyes smudged below his water line and he closed his eyes. Fresh tears fell with the action.

He sank. His hands reached out to you, reaching around your waist and his legs bent at the knees as he sank down onto the kitchen floor at your feet and he wrapped both arms tightly around you, bending at the elbows with the tightness with which he grasped and his face was buried into your belly, surely wiping the tears from his face and onto the soft sweater that kept you warm in this cold apartment.

“I can't take care of you like I want to. I can't do anything but this, and if it’s not enough I don't know what I will do.” He was begging now, on his knees and all and you slipped your fingertips inside his hair, cradling the back of his head against your body. The touch of your hand made him gasp wildly, stealing his oxygen from the tiny spaces between the knit of your fabric; he breathed you in deeply and desperately as his arms constricted tighter around you.

“It has to be enough Baekhyun,” you found your voice easier when you didn’t have to imagine that he was somehow disappointed in you. “We will make it be enough.”

His arms were too tight for you to move at all and you pushed against his shoulder, trying to get him to loosen the grip enough for some movement.

His arm muscles relaxed just enough and you sank down with him. If he was going to be down here begging then so were you. Within the tiny space to move between those arms you took your chance and sat, finding yourself in the right spot to reach for his waist with your own arms and wrap them tightly around, as tightly as he held onto you, you held on to him and when you buried your own face in the crook of his neck you felt the warmth of his skin below your lips. When you breathed in, you smelled him surrounding and filling your senses and when you pursed your lips and kissed the skin of his neck he shifted and pulled against your chin with the tips of his fingers until his lips were on yours and he was kissing you with that same desperation that stole the oxygen from your belly and squeezed strong arms around your frame until your bones ached.

The wetness on his face mingled with your own and his lips tasted of salt. Inside of his mouth tasted like Baekhyun and the way his lips pulled against your own felt like the man you loved.

Behind your back, his arms moved, pulling at the thick blanket you had discarded on the floor and you felt him pull you around, spinning you in place quickly, before he pushed you down to the floor, over the blanket that had been your source of warmth before his unexpected arrival. The warmth of the blanket at your back felt inviting, but the warmth of his body covering over your own was like a fire. The shift was instantaneous and demanded attention at once. It was like this with Baekhyun sometimes. The heightened emotions flooding your body changed into a rough demanding desire and you pulled at the shirt he still wore, seeking out the smoothness of his skin with your fingertips. He was softer lately, gone was the thin skin over firm muscles that covered his bones, he had a soft feeling to his skin that you could sink your fingertips into and you coveted it in a way that made you crazy at times.

While you pulled at his clothing, he pulled roughly at your sweater until you finally sat up enough for it to be pulled over your head and your hips were lifted enough for him to pull your cozy sweatpants down along with your underwear. The back of your mind nagged about razors and sexy underwear that would simply have to be ignored for now because it wasn’t a pink heart day and you had no idea that he would be here, ripping at your clothing like it was on fire as he moved between your parted legs with lightly biting teeth and deep breaths against your center that made your knees tremble as you tried to keep them upright.

There was no ceremony. There was no asking of permission or light kisses that lead up to what he wanted; instead, he pulled hard and fast at your legs, gripping fingers deep into your thighs, he shoved your legs wide and he was gone from your line of sight.

The sensations overwhelmed, and if you foolishly expected anything else from him right now, you were a damn idiot, because you should have known you didn't stand a chance tonight.

You reached for his head at the same time that he reached forward with the tip of his tongue and only the first touch was gentle. When his fingertips sank down hard into the softness of your thighs, your fingertips curled into his hair and gripped tight and there was a guttural sound that emerged from his chest. In response to you pulling his hair, pulling him into you, or merely the culmination of everything else, you couldn't find it in you to care right now.

After the sound, came the words. Peppered in between actions as his lips sucked harder around your clit and his tongue licked up the moisture between your folds, he was speaking to you, in a low voice, hardly loud enough for you to make out the individual syllables.

“God, I’ve missed you.”

“You taste so fucking good.”

“Did you miss me too?”

With the low volume, you half wondered if he was speaking to you, or directly between your legs.

When his fingers joined the onslaught, your mind was far away from formulating any sort of a response to the questions, and his fingertips ran circles inside of your entrance coaxing you into submission as he whispered his requests again.

“That’s right, cum on my face, baby, I need to drink you up,” he sucked and pulled against your clit and it was too late for any refusals from you as your muscles tensed and your walls tightened around his fingers. He did not let up. He did not abate and he pulled from you, again and again, swallowing down all he could until your legs went slack and your gasping lungs ached for fresh air. Anything you could get to fill your lungs would do, you must have been holding your breath as you came.

When your eyes opened you found him perched on his ankles, one hand resting on your knee and the other somewhere near the floor and he was watching you through half-closed eyelids and his lungs roughly pushing air through his heaving chest.

And he was soaked. From his cheeks to his shoulder blades, he shone with the wetness of you. There was something behind his gaze, something other than the mind-blowing orgasm you were still trying to recover from. Something darker than desire.

He moved his hand first. The one that was hanging down between your legs, and slipped wet fingertips up the length of your stomach, slowly passed your navel, he left a trail of wetness over you until he came to rest over your breast. His eyes watched your face as he moved and that darkness remained behind his irises.

“There are a few truths about you that make me lose my mind—” his voice was husky and affected and you knew that if he had gotten the chance to remove his pants during the rapid-fire strip show earlier he might not have as much self-restraint as he was displaying right now.

“You are...really fucking beautiful—” he lowered himself, bringing his face closer to yours as he looked into your face with his words. On the surface, they felt like compliments, like the ones he sang sweetly into your ear night after night on the phone, or texted to you daily when he was too busy for any phone calls, but that darkness in his eyes felt more like frustration now than anything else you could call it. “—I mean, just gorgeous. Do you ever look in the mirror at yourself? Fuck, it makes me so crazy when I can’t touch you like this.” His hand squeezed around your breast and you closed your eyes when his fingertips pinched against your nipple.

You arched your back into his hand and he relaxed the grip and narrowed his eyes.

“And you are also really ...really fucking stubborn.”

This was maddening. Your fingers reached for the sweatpants he wore where he rested between your parted legs on the floor of your kitchen. There was nothing but a blanket to keep you cushioned and yet your eyes zeroed in on those pants and you saw nothing else.

You wanted him. You wanted him to quit teasing you like this and fuck you already; how long had it been since you’d felt him inside of you? How long had it been since his moans in your ear were not through the phone but in person as he pushed in deep and you could wrap your legs around him so he couldn’t leave you again?

“Baekhyun, take your pants off,” you said and his eyes dropped to watch your hands struggling to push at the waistband of his pants.

“Don't you want to know why I came home to you today?”

While you had been very curious for a moment when you heard the door code, you had to admit the question was lost in the fray. You felt caught suddenly; your hand reaching into his pants went still when he asked the question and you tilted your head in genuine wonder now.

“Because I couldn't breathe,” he said. “We were working...practicing hard for, I don't even know how many hours now and I had a missed call from you on my phone and you sounded...I don't know, you sounded just wrong.”

You recalled the phone call. You had been feeling particularly lonely today and you knew he wouldn’t be able to answer but you called him anyway; leaving a long voicemail message about your day. It was nothing really. You definitely weren’t calling him to make him come home to you today.

“And after that, I kept trying to breathe, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get enough air. I kept feeling like that, and I thought it would go away when I saw you, but you… you’re so fucking stubborn about these things, love. You have to let me take care of you the only way I can.

“It’s killing me that I can’t be here with you every hour of every day of every week. Do you know how much I crave you? How can my heart be settled if you don't even have anything to eat here? If you’re sad...or if you’re lonely, or if you’re angry at me for being away I want you to call me and fucking yell at me about it. Or call me and tell me to get home right this instant to kiss you, I’ll pretend like I broke my fucking leg, I don't care, I’ll make it happen.”

You watched the words flying from his lips. You watched the emotions flitting over his features as he spoke and you relaxed your hands around his pants, feeling rather silly for letting your desire get the better of you. When your hands slipped you felt something stiff in his pocket. Something square—a box of some kind and your curiosity piqued again as you ran your fingertips along the edge of it, over the fabric of his pants.

“What’s that?” Your intent was not to change the subject, more so that you had settled into this little mood with him now and the rush of the sex had faded some, bringing back just a touch of the playfulness you found within your soul for Byun Baekhyun.

“A gift,” he said calmly and he was shifting onto his butt so he could reach into his pocket for the small blue box. “For you. It’s very expensive. I spent a shitload of our money on this.”

You heard the challenge in his voice as he held on to the little box and lifted a single eyebrow. There wasn't a single trace of a smile on his lips as he spoke.

Honestly, this felt like a test. If you refused the gift, of course, he would be hurt. He bought it for you and you frowned your lips for a second as you considered.

Gifts were gifts. He loved you and liked to occasionally buy you things that caught his eye; reminded him of your face, or your lips, or your eyes. You even kept the weird keychain that he swore reminded him of your left pinky toe. Your jewelry box was honestly rather full of these sorts of things by now and while you had an idea that they were real and probably very expensive, he never mentioned the price until this moment.

You reached for it, quickly pulled the lid off and peered inside at the rows of round brilliant diamonds that lined the necklace, leading down to a pink teardrop stone that hung in the center. The box said Tiffany&Co. and you knew he wasn't exaggerating when he said it must have been very expensive. The diamonds in the chain alone had to be worth thousands, and the pink stone in the middle was at least in the double-digit carat size. It was too much. It was always too much from him, but he watched you like a hawk now that you had seen it. Waiting for some sort of a reaction.

“Baek—” you began as word flew through your mind.

This is beautiful, thank you.

This is too much. You should return it.

He was moving; pulling at the packaging inside that held the necklace in place and he held the chain with nimble fingers as he opened the delicate clasp that held it together.

“Wait…” you said, interrupting the man right before he closed it around your neck and he pulled back with his dark eyes on your face, “—what body part does this remind you of?”

At last...at fucking last, you saw the corners of his lips pull open and he flashed a lazy smile at you as his nostrils flared slightly with an inhale of breath.

He moved again, his hands pulling the necklace in place around your neck and leaning in close to close it. With him this close to you again you took advantage and shifted onto his lap, straddling him with your thighs on both sides of his.

It wasn’t lost on you that he didn't answer your question though, and you wiggled your hips back and forth over his lap with a whine. You heard a tiny giggle from his chest and he made a sound of disagreement from his throat.

“Come on, what is it?” You repeated and he dipped his head away from your searching eyes for a moment before he, at last, leaned in to whisper into your ear.

“What did I just suck on to make you cum on my face?”

Baekhyun had a way with surprises and this goddamn necklace that, now that you looked closely at the pink stone around your neck, kinda-sorta did look perhaps a bit like a clit. But hearing him make this sort of comparison sent a flood of blood rushing to your face and filled your chest with honest to god giggles that originated deep inside of you and bubbled forth from your lips.

Of course, he ate up your laughter. Baekhyun was, and always would be, a performer and his blinding smile he sent your way in response was enough to lift the storm clouds that had been following you around all day long.

“I can’t believe you,” you said between the giggles. “You really are a pervert sometimes.”

The wink before the kiss that claimed your laughing lips was a full agreement and he responded like he always did when you called him out.

“You love it,” he said and he was right. You did.

The end.

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yoshi4sushi · 6 years ago

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Happy Jolly Monday, minna-san! I hope everyone had a good weekend. The weather is getting chillier so stay warm, drink plenty of warm fluids, and stay healthy. The flu is getting around lately. Stay in top shape. With that said, let’s get on with this week’s news. We have loads of stuff to share with you so you know the drill. First off, last week’s chapter is filled with new mysterious characters. We start off w/ Ussop, Franky, & Robin enjoying Sanji’s soba. It’s been a while since they had his cooking, and many customers are lined up. Just as everyone is eager to eat his delish soba, three goons from Kyoshiro’s clan name Kaku, Kuni, & Suke showed up to shut down Sanji’s soba stand. They tell Sanji that he’s gotta pay up if he wants to keep his shop safe from hooligans, but he refused. A little girl was about to enjoy her soba until Suke knock it off from her hands and cried. They then knocked over his soba stand. Seeing this enraged Sanji. The customers then ran off. The handsome cooked demand they eat the soba from the floor, but refused to do it. That answer was wroooonnng! So Sanji knocked that cahoots out of Kuni. Franky then took care of Suke with a new technique he learned from Senor Pink: Iron Suplex. Nice one, dude. Some spectators were shocked to see the guys defeat the jerks. The little girl whose soba got spilled came back with a smile hoping to eat the soba was excited to have. She approached and Sanji was able to give her some leftover. She tells the gang that she was late for work, but waited all day in line to eat the tasty soba. Her face glowed with excitement. So the girl’s name is Toko, but if says if you add O in front of her name, her whole is O-toko which means man in Japanese. The gang laughed at her name, and Toko laugh along telling them that her name is means “man”, but she is a girl. Ha ha ha ha ha! What a cutie!, She then finished eating and was about to leave saying that she’ll be back in the same streets since her job is an escort for a famous courtesan, and that many beautiful women will come by. At the end, the old lady that trained Robin to be a geisha came looking for her saying that she has been summoned to be at the shogun’s palace and that a famous geisha name Komurasaki will be presented at the castle as she is the no.1 famous geisha in all of Wano kingdom. The boy got excited to hear such rumor. So the parade begins as Komurasaki passes by with many praised coming from everywhere and Toko made just in time, and it seems she is the younger sister of the famous geisha. Back at Kyoshiro’s hideout, his goons informed him of Sanji’s rebel, and ordered to send out assassins to kill him. Suddenly, a shadow nine dragon figure appears from behind that happens to be the infamous Lord Orochi. Who is this mysterious villain that everyone speaks of? What is the role of this famous geisha? Is she a friend? Or a foe? GAH! So many questions! No chapter this week so it’s another two week break so be patient. Next, this past weekend’s episode is turning chaotic. Luffy continues to struggle to land a hit on Katakuri, but is trying to stay clam so he can also see his attacks coming. Back at the sea, Big Mom shows up in flames and in rage demanding for the wedding cake that the gang is hiding. She starts tearing apart Sunny as Jinbei jumps to defend. He tell her that that cake is not with them, but ignores his truth saying that he believes Perospero’s words. She says she would kill him if he lied, but believed in him. She starts attacking. Jinbei was suddenly knocked off from the ship. Nami and the others try their best to fend off Big Mom, but she was continuing tearing the ship. Just as things were getting worse, Jinbei shows up again and knocked her off from the ship, and Nami lay the finishing blow with her lighting attack. At the end, Luffy continues his struggle with the fight as Katakuri is attacking one step ahead. Next time, Luffy tries his best to see Katakuri’s attack with the wise words and training he learned from Rayleigh as his help and the rotten young sister, Flampe, makes her appearance. Don’t miss it! Now on with the goods! First off, figurines! figurines! Loads of it. Jump Fest is getting near, and Megahouse will be displaying 4 new POP figurines at the event. Next year, they’ll release this awesome POP Maximum of Luffy in gear 4th Snakeman mode, limited ed. of Hina, Maximum figurine of Zoro 3 thousand world attack, and bikini figurine of Nami with a beer. Next, new Glitter & Glamour brand will be guys. The new brand name for it will be Glitter & Brave. Tuesday, all arcades will stock the first Glitter & Brave figurine of Sanji with his cape, and one w/out it. Next, in February, new Gashapon mini figurines will be released. This time, they’ll have Carrot, Shanks, Marco, Ace, Ussop, & Luffy in gear 4th. Cute little ones. Next, this month, more new stuff will be in stock. More new goods of Mugi Collection. They’ll have new key chain straps of Luffy, Brook, Nami, Sanji, & Chopper. They’ll also have this thermal bottle of Luffy. Don’t forget they’ll also sell Luffy’s tea can set that comes with a cute small tote bag, and small plates as well. Next, Bandai will be selling this new awesome red, silk yukata shirt that has the jolly rogers symbol of Luffy on the back with rest of the gang. It will be available for sale at Jump Fest as well. Online order is a possibility, but unsure. No worries, we will ask at the event and get back to you on it. Next, guess whose birthday is approaching next month? Yup! You all know him. He’s the hottest pirate with a feisty, but well-manner attitude. Give it up for Ace! YAY! YAY! The stores will be selling his birthday button, and his acrylic figurine. If you spend over 1000 yen, you’ll get his free mini poster. Now that’s hot! Tower will announce bday goods of him soon. Next, NEW YAKARA BUTTONS! YOLO! The theme this time is UTAGE which means celebration, and it’s all guys! They’ll have Luffy and his boys. New characters include Pedro, Buggy, Shanks, Coby & Helmeppo, Kinemon, Thatch, and many others. It will be released on Dec.22nd at all stores including the tower. Jump Fest will also have it available at TOEI shop. Next, in February, they’ll sell this awesome t-shirt and plate of Katakuri with the word Merienda on it. GUA! So cute! Next, here are the loads of JUMP goods of OP they’ll have at the event. They’ll have a Zou artboard, two big button set of Luffy & Law, a colorful limited ed. t-shirt of Luffy in kimono, folder, pencil board, postcard set, memo block, notebook of vol.91, pack of sticker flakes, a Wano pen of Luffy & Zoro, a package set of ASL bros goods that comes with a folder set, postcard set, button set, a sticker, and a mini tote bag, PVC strap holders of Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, & Ace, a red marche tote bag, Whole Cake Island diagram map set, limited ed. button set of the ASL bros, and key chain set of Luffy & Zoro that will come with an extra limited ed. key chain only available at the event. Also, Bandai stand will be giving away free spicy cheese puff snack that comes with surprised face of Eneru and the ASL bros. HA HA HA HA! Such unusual reaction from Ace & Sabo. Last, but not least, OP game app, Thousand Storm, will have a short campaign where you can now use Capt. Kuro & Jango as playable characters. Just earn enough points and you’ll get them for free. Also, the other game app, Treasure Cruise, is having a short campaign to celebrate the 100 million downloads from everyone. Oda-sensei was kind enough to draw Luffy to give thanks to all the fans. They’ll have short campaigns where you can earn loads of free points, get more free characters, and much more. Phew! I think we covered everything. Also, we like to remind that the crew and I will attend Jump Fest, but we won’t be able to stay for the Super Stage to see the Straw Hat voice actors as we have a flight to catch in the evening. Not to worry, our secret undercover nakama, Kinmaro, will be on the lookout for it. New Year is approaching and many surprises will be announced at the event. We’re done. Tune in next week for more news and a goods. Job well done, boys. Let’s call it a night. Also, check out the official YOUTUBE channel of OP. Oda-sensei drew an awesome head banner for it. Nighty-night!

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vintagemichelle91 · 8 years ago

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Little Lessons in Expecting: Chapter 1

Authors’ Note: Happy Friday dear readers!! @rauliskafan and I are back with more Natalia and Rafael!! @yourtropegirl just in time for fluffy Rafi friday!! Come along with us as we join them on their journey of preparing and waiting for their twins! We so hope you enjoy this and we look forward to your feedback!!!

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“How about a few of those chocolate chip cookies I think you brought home?”

Smirking knowingly, Rafael revealed a small box of the freshly baked treats from the shop on the corner. And he was rewarded by Natalia’s beautiful smile and the light shining so brightly in her eyes. Ramirez was not in police custody but according to Fin’s sources he was still far away, and it seemed as if the darkness was disappearing from their lives, hopefully never to return.

“Reading my mind, Atticus.” Natalia set the mixing spoon aside and turned to fully face her husband, happily bestowing a loving kiss on his lips as he caressed her hips just beginning to fill out.

“You’re by far my favorite story,” he said, kissing her back sweetly. Natalia excitedly flipped the lid open and moaned as the chocolate melted in her mouth.

“Nice to see that your appetite is back,” he quietly commented. Which was a good thing considering there were two babies on the way, and Natalia needed all her strength.

“Want a bite?” she asked, suddenly seeming aware of him watching her and offering what was left of the cookie. Rafael accepted a small taste and nothing more.

“You can enjoy the rest, hermosa.” With that he kissed her cheek and moved to examine that night’s dinner. The rich smells of another Italian recipe, no doubt courtesy of Carisi. Every single night for the past week, Natalia had whipped up one feast after another. Trips to the deli for a sandwich were also fading into memory, the leftovers making for far more appealing lunches.

“Eggplant parmigiana… Sonny style,” Natalia said as she set the box of cookies aside and went back to the stove to stir the sauce.

“I don’t know whether to thank him or blame him. You’re on your feet all day when you should be taking it easy,” Rafael chastised, watching his wife move around the kitchen at a million miles per hour.

And the last thing he wanted was for something to go wrong.

“Atticus, I’m perfectly fine. Sometimes I think too much about…” Her voice trailed off, the light leaving her eyes, and Rafael wished that he had held his tongue and simply savored the cookie as his hands found their way to her back.

“I shouldn’t have said---”

“It bothers me less and less every day,” she assured him. “Only sometimes…”

“Let it be never,” Rafael said, wrapping his hands around her waist and cradling her growing belly. “I’m telling you he is gone. I promise you he won’t hurt you again.” At the end of another day his family, the most precious thing that he would lay down his life to protect, was still safe.

Closing her eyes, Natalia sighed heavily. “I trust you, Atticus. But sometimes I can’t help but think….” Two tears trickled down her cheeks for the second time that day, the first being when Rafael went off to work as Violetta happily played on the balcony with Harold. Sometimes she still woke in the night, and he held her close, trying to send the shadows away on the winds of his whispers.

“Shh… try to forget, hermosa,” Rafael soothed. “We have so much to look forward to. Now and always.”

“Mami! Papi!” Violetta ran into the kitchen with Harold in tow. “Table all set now!”

Natalia hurriedly wiped her tears and nodded towards Rafael to keep her secret. Without another word, he understood and distracted Violetta with one of the cookies before she could notice that her mother had been crying.

“I think a payment is due.” Rafael bent down to her eye-level and handed his daughter the unexpected dessert before dinner.

“Think I like this \better than stickers.” Violetta happily took a bite and smiled widely. “And Harold work hard, too.”

As always, his little lawyer in training made her case.

“How could I forget!” Rafael handed Violetta another cookie.

“It cause you seventy-eight and it slip your mind, Papi.” Violetta waved him off and walked back towards the table giggling, leaving Rafael speechless and smiling when he turned to see Natalia laughing.

“Why does she keep thinking I’m seventy-eight?” he asked.

“The gray hair, Atticus,” Natalia reminded him as she continued to chuckle.

“Glad someone finds my stressful caseload amusing,” he quipped, knowing that there was no way to explain as much to a three-year-old. Even his most brilliant daughter…

Rafael scoffed and set the box of cookies aside, taking his wife in his arms again. “I seem to recall that you like it.”

“Oh, I do, Atticus. I really do.” Natalia kissed him and fluttered her eyelashes. “Now wash up for dinner so we can finish the rest of the cookies.”

If her sweet tooth was back, then all was right with the world.

“I not a fan of eggplant,” Violetta sighed as she pushed her plate aside.

“Violetta, you need to finish or no dessert,” Rafael warned as he eased the plate back in her direction.

“Say the man who gave me cookies before dinner,” she said, and Natalia laughed again.

“Just one more bite, sweet pea,” Natalia encouraged with a smile. “Give it another chance. It’s yummy!”

“Fine,” Violetta grumbled, closing her eyes to take another taste.

“Finish and you will get tall like Tia Maggie,” Natalia reassured her.

“Tia Maggie not that tall,” Violetta replied. “And this meal worth three cookies.”

“We can arrange that,” Natalia said with a gentle sigh.

“Hermosa, you’re bribing her,” Rafael chided as Natalia flipped a lock of her honey-colored hair over her shoulder.

“I’m cutting a deal,” she pointed out. “All these years living with a lawyer must have rubbed off on me.”

“Touché. But she should eat her vegetables,” Rafael said giving Violetta a firm look.

“Not like you love them so much, Papi,” she said. “Mami always having to add cheesy sauces and stuff to make you eat veggies.”

“I’m not winning this argument, am I?” Rafael asked as his eyes cut towards Natalia.

“Not a chance,” she said.

Too tired to fight, Rafael brought the box of cookies back to the table, making his little girl smile. And Natalia happily polished of Violetta’s plate and what remained on Rafael’s.

“So… no leftovers tomorrow,” Rafael remarked.

“Sorry,” Natalia said, wiping some sauce from her mouth.

“Mami?” Violetta asked.

“Yes, sweet pea?”

“Do you have to eat so much because you have two babies inside you?”

“Muñequita, that is not a nice thing to say,” Rafael said.

“It’s alright, Atticus. She’s just curious,” Natalia said, smiling. “I’m just really hungry tonight, sweet pea.”

“Hope the new babies like this eggplant thing,” Violetta said as she dug into the cookies. “But let’s make this like once a week only.”

“We can do that,” Natalia said, lapping up the rest of the sauce with a bit of bread. “And oh! I almost forgot!”

The cookies suddenly took a back seat to the red velvet cake that Natalia pulled from the refrigerator.

“Now this more like it!” Violetta chirped.

“Right, sweet pea! Atticus, care for some?”

“Of course.”

Father and daughter had a single slice each; Natalia had two. And then a third.

“Just a little bit left,” she said. “Since we’re not doing leftovers tonight…”

Rafael watched her with a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Maybe… maybe it’s a bit much…” Natalia said, recoiling slightly as she pushed the plate away and Rafael stopped it midway across the table.

“You eat all you want, hermosa.”

“Are you indulging me?” Natalia asked as her elegant brow arched.

“Always.”

“Even if I get as big as this house?” she challenged.

“Any way and every way that I can get you,” Rafael said pulling her onto his lap and feeding her last of the cake before kissing the frosting from her sweet lips.

Much more than her sweet tooth was back with a vengeance. For the next few nights, Natalia’s appetite and cravings grew, and there were no leftovers. Midnight snacks became more frequent, and Rafael took to shopping to keep the kitchen cupboards stocked.

But he hadn’t counted on…

“A pizza with pineapple and lots of olives sounds so good right about now,” Natalia mused as she flipped through her book of baby names.

Scrunching up his nose, Rafael twisted under the sheets to his side. “Hermosa, that combination doesn’t make any sense.”

“Oh, it’s beyond delicious! You have to try it!” Natalia said excitedly.

“It’s a little late, hermosa… what’s even open?” he asked, glancing at his bedside clock even as he began to climb out of their bed.

“It’s the city that never sleeps!” Natalia said, pulling up a menu on her phone and showing him that it was indeed open twenty-four hours.

“That’s new,” Rafael said, shrugging on his jacket and retrieving his wallet from the nightstand. “You have the site bookmarked?”

Natalia sunk back into the bed with a sheepish smile. “I… I may have had it for lunch yesterday. And the day before. And the day before---”

“Uh huh. Okay; one pizza with pineapples and lots of onions coming right up,” Rafael said, kissing the top of her head.

“Olives!” she said. “You know that.”

“Sorry. I’m half asleep.” He was almost out the door when Natalia caught his wrist and kissed his hand.

“Thank you, Atticus. You’re the best.”

“Felt that way since the day you said you’d marry me.”

Despite the lateness of the hour and the fact that he was due in court first thing in the morning, Rafael trekked out into the night, rounding the corner to find the pizzeria still bustling with customers. Running his hand through his hair, Rafael waited in line, struggling to keep awake until he finally made it to the counter.

“Signore, what will you have?” The slightly shorter man asked with a bright smile, the mustache on his face twirling towards his eyes.

Rafael sighed, wishing that he had stopped for coffee before he was on deck. “Um… my wife, Natalia---”

“Oh! Signore wants The Natalia. An excellent choice!” the man said as he pointed to the item on the menu. Rafael eyes grew wider, seeing that the particular pizza was on the menu, named after his wife with the exact toppings she desired.

“She did say it was becoming a habit,” he said, barely stifling a yawn.

“Si, si! She orders all the time! So nice and so beautiful!”

“That she is,” Rafael agreed, accepting the pie and heading back home. Natalia clapped as he fell back into the bed.

“Thank you, Atticus! You want some?”

Leaning up on his elbows, he took the smallest taste, choking the pizza down and shaking his head.

“All for you, hermosa. No need to worry about leftovers.”

But he still cuddled into her side and as Natalia finished one slice and started another, Rafael slipped into a contented sleep.

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