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rachel grins at him when he forgives her. she doesn’t say anything when he moves to take the prosthetic eye from his socket even though she’s sure he probably shouldn’t do it with car grease residue on his fingers. for as long as they’d been together she still felt weird watching him do it, averting her gaze even just slightly before he’s putting his full attention back on her. she loves when he does that, keep his focus on her. her grin turns into a smirk despite the heat that was rising to her face.
“lunch break,“ she hums, “stopped at the store to grab some stuff for dinner, was gonna run it home but figured in the car i’d swing by really fast and see how my favorite man is doing.”
she takes a quick glance out the windows of the office, making sure that the shop was empty before dropping the bag of peas onto the desk. rachel climbs off of her boyfriends lap, quickly closing the door to the shop before slinking back over to him. she pushes forward, pressing ruby lips against his cheek again before adjusting herself so she was straddling his lap.
“buuuut, now that i’m here, i’m thinking i don’t care about being late… or getting take out tonight,” she chuckles softly, using the back of her hand to gently rub against his other cheek. “it’s the least i can do after making you hit your head, never can seem to keep quiet.”
“ohhh, right, a lunch break,” sean, despite the dull pounding in his skull, pulls full lips up into a smile. moving his hands to grip the small of rachel’s waist. he feels like a brand new man whenever rachel looks at him but that shy teenage boy she met in beaver creek still peeks through when she calls him her favorite man. it was a title that, at first, he didn’t feel worthy of carrying, but now sean could see himself bragging in few years time that he was the boyfriend of famous model rachel amber.
he leans back into the metal chair when she peels herself out of his lap. fingers tangle in the rag he had used to wipe grease from his hands and it now moves to wipe the sweat off of his brow and the back of his neck. it was already hot in the garage - he hadn’t set up the air conditioning yet - but when his girlfriend moves to shut the garage door he almost complains. but, sean wises up. a dark eyebrow quirks upwards, and he chuckles low in his chest when she slinks right back onto him. his hands move to the small of her waist again.
“how long is this lunch break? an hour?” sean pushes forward, moving as if he was going to kiss her but instead he ghosts his lips over her glossed ones. he clicks his tongue, just barely shaking his head when he presses his forehead against hers. “i sure hope it’s an hour, i’m gonna need extensive treatment after this major concussion,” he teases, giggling before finally pressing his lips against rachel’s.
