No Escape
Rafayel x gn!reader, fluff, no warnings, actually gn reader this time, not explicitly mc reader but not NOT mc reader...? pick your poison. (500w)
<<< im trying to get back into writing for pleasure, so i hope you enjoy this as much as i did :) >>>
You sat with him in the studio space for a while, reading while he fussed about with prepping canvases and mixing colors. The silence was comfortable, but you couldn’t help but get a little restless after a while. You extracted yourself from the couch as quietly as possible, so as not to disturb his workflow, and padded softly to the kitchen to poke around. You opened a few cabinets, slid a few things around in the fridge, and finally settled on picking through the fruit basket on the counter that Thomas had delivered after last night’s gallery show – which Rafayel had conveniently forgotten to attend.
You turned around with a shiny, gold pear raised halfway to your mouth and Rafayel was just there. You jumped, completely caught off-guard, and accidentally tossed it straight up in the air. Rafayel caught it effortlessly and smirked at you. He took a generous bite; a line of juice slid over his bottom lip. You watched, frozen, as his tongue darted out to catch it. He grinned at you.
“You’re so jumpy today. Thanks for this, though,” he raised the pear toward you. “It’s delicious.” You wanted to smack him. Instead, you snatched the pear back and turned away, scarfing it down so fast you hardly tasted it. He was hot on your heels.
“Wait, that’s the last one!” He whined, reaching around you from behind. “Come on, just let me have another bite!”
“Nuh-uh, no way,” you mumbled through a mouthful. He chased you down as you scooted around the island, trying to stay just out of reach. He finally caught you, arms wound tight around your waist, as you swallowed the last of it.
“You’re ridiculous,” you laughed, squirming away from him. He hummed in agreement and held you in place with both hands on your cheeks.
“You’ve got something on your face,” he murmured, intently focused on the area just to the right of your mouth. A sticky sweet trail of pear juice slowly rolled down your chin. Before you could blink, he leaned in close and licked it clean. His lips ghosted over yours. He inhaled the small gasp you let out, satisfaction rumbling in his chest, and kissed you slowly, tongue swiping across your lip and dipping into your mouth. You moaned softly, hands gripping his arms tightly to ground yourself.
He pulled away, smiling. You felt heady and breathless and warm all over. You laid your hands over his and you both stood there, breaths synced, suspended. In the lingering pause, his eyes softened, before dropping to your kiss-glossed lips.
"Delicious."
