The second Installment into the OTP Challenge with Scott Pilgrim & Ramona Flowers cuddling somewhere, But to come clear, Scott is wearing Pants & Ramona is wearing some coverages, but I've decided to Flag this as 'Mature content', just to be safe for some Folks. Stay Tuned!
I thought I could've done a Better job with this one, but it was supposed to be inspired by another Existing artwork with Scott Pilgrim & Ramona Flowers. But here is Pre-Teen Chowder & Panini cuddling with each other in a Secure Location from Harm.
"Hey," Allen greeted as Lavi staggered through the front door. The red head smiled weakly as Timcampy came bounding up to him. He tickled the dog's ears and said to Allen, "Babe, I tell you, I am wiped out."
"Don't call me babe," replied Allen, brushing past his boyfriend into the kitchen, "Tea?"
"Please. And if you need me, I'll be on the couch, in foetal position, rocking back and forth and crying." Allen heard the sound of Lavi's bag hitting the couch, followed by a louder thump as the American's body hit the upholstery. "You got any of that Oolong stuff?"
"No. Just English Breakfast," Allen called back, opening the tea cupboard (yes, he had one of those) and pulling down a box, "I need to go shopping actually. I'm running low."
"How is that even possible? That pantry was fully stocked the last time I was here and that was only two days ago!" Allen put the kettle on before moving back out into the lounge room, where he saw a green eye peering over the top of the couch, narrowed in suspicion. "Are you sure you're not an alien who lives off tea to survive?"
"Not an alien, just British," replied Allen, coming around to sit next to the red head. Immediately Lavi sat up and wrapped his arms around him, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck. Allen shifted and snaked an arm around Lavi's waist before resting his head on top of the taller boy's. "Out of the two of us I'd say you're the most alien-like."
Lavi chuckled before falling silent. They sat quietly for a few moments, enjoying their closeness and each other's presence for a while. Eventually Lavi sighed and mumbled into Allen's neck, "I am so fucking exhausted. I feel like my eyeballs are about to fall out of my skull. I'm going to drown under all this work."
"My poor darling," murmured Allen, rubbing up and down the red head's side, causing him to shiver. Allen smiled. Lavi was so incredibly cute when he was tired like this.
"If you do that again I might feel revitalised and we can do something else," said Lavi, looking up at him and waggling his eyebrows. Allen's smiled tightened and he sighed, "Aaaand the pervy American's back. Oh joy."
He stood up and Lavi whined, "Aw, come on! I was kidding! Can we just cuddle some more?"
"No. I need my tea," Allen responded, walking back into the kitchen. He paused, then poked his head through the doorway to see Lavi pouting at him from the couch. He smiled and said, "Maybe later, if you behave."
30 Days OTP Challenge – Day 2 – Cuddling somewhere – Koumei (princesskoumei)
Pairing: Flake/Koumei
Requested by princesskoumei
He was actually more nervous about this than he would ever admit to anyone. It was only their third or so date, and he had agreed to show her a place that was important to him. So now they were walking to the forest, their fingers entwined as they were holding hands. „It's a treehouse“ he told her, stopping and pointing up the tree. If you looked closely you could see some steps leading upstairs into the crown of the tree. He let her go first in case she slipped, glad she was wearing pants. He would have felt awkward staring up at her and under her skirt. But soon they were in the small building, and it was so small that Flake could barely stand upright, but he smiled a little embarrassedly and sat down on the mattress he had brought here two days ago. „So... this is it“ he murmured, blushing. „I did that when I was thirteen or so... and it has never been taken down. I sometimes still visit it when I want to be alone“ he murmured, looking at Koumei as she sat down next to him. He swallowed a little, biting his lip as he waited for her reaction. When it finally came, he relaxed and smiled, resting his cheek on her shoulder. „I'm glad you like it“ he murmured, wrapping his arms around her. She was so sweet... „When you lay down here and look out of the window it's as if you are in a rainforest“ he told her, carefully tugging her to lay down on the mattress with him. He pointed out of the window, and all that could be seen was green. „I always used to pretend I was far away from any civilization and that no one could ever find me“ he told her, rolling over to look at her. „I hadn't expected to find someone myself...“ he raised a hand, running it over her cheek. „Someone I'd like to take into my very own hiding place with me because I'd feel alone without her...“ he whispered, shifting a little closer, hesitantly wrapping one arm around her. He wasn't sure if she was okay with cuddling, but he noticed her shifting closer as well, so he smiled and pulled her in a little, wrapping his other arm around her as well. „You make me feel warm on the inside“ he murmured, closing his eyes and burying his face in her shoulder, snuggling into her. „And you seem like you just fit in my arms...“ He knew that that was cliché, but he couldn't help but notice that she just felt really good there... as if she belonged in his arms. He sighed happily, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck. He almost purred, closing his eyes. Somehow, he suddenly felt so at home... so safe and secure and comfortable and relaxed. He held Koumei in his arms, and that was all he needed for now. „I like you a lot“ he murmured, letting out another happy sound, feeling himself getting sleepy already. Cuddles were great... sleepy cuddles were even better in his opinion. They were soft and slow and relaxed. „We can just move in here and forget about the world outside and just cuddle away...“
Sherlock walked fast, carrying yet another blanket. He was now thankful that Molly’s precaution had won over his own stubbornness. It was colder than he had expected and the weather report had announced. Luckily, the night sky was mostly clear, with only a few grey clouds showing in the horizon.
Molly turned her head to him when she heard his footsteps and grinned widely. She was already sitting on top of the thicker blanket, all wrapped up, and Sherlock spread the blanket he had picked up lastly over her as well. Then, he scooted Molly over and found a place for himself under both blankets too.
“You’ll be warm soon,” he reassured her, rubbing his hands against her arms, which made Molly laugh.
“I sure hope this is worth it,” she spoke, her teeth chattering.
That morning Molly and Sherlock had left London in a rented car and driven together to the seaside. There was going to be a meteor shower and Molly had insisted she wanted to see it. London was not the best place to gaze out the stars, so they planned out the trip, put what they would need in the boot of the car, and left town.
Molly had been chattering on the ride there more or less continuously whilst Sherlock drove, paying attention to the road, and answering her questions now and then. Since they had time before the spectacle begun, they had visited the town, walked in the beach, and had looked for the best place to stay the night. They hadn’t made a reservation but soon they found a rustic and lovely bed & breakfast, with a fireplace and comfy bed, which suited them both straight away. There were still rooms available, and it only took one look in Molly’s direction for Sherlock to know they would not have to search further.
He had never cared much about the stars, but Molly knew a few things, certainly infinitely more than him. And even though he would erase all the information she was passing him later, he also knew that talking about this made Molly happy, so he heard her intently.
As the evening approached, they had both left their bed & breakfast room, and driven to the beach. Molly had insisted it was romantic to watch it there; Sherlock had laughed and rolled his eyes, but had ultimately acquiesced.
It was not a summer night, quite the contrary, so they brought the blankets and they cuddled together on the beach, waiting for the show to begin.
It was Sherlock who saw the first shooting star; Molly missed it. But after that her eyes were open and curious and they observed the skies above with the same attention a child watched their favourite cartoon.
It didn’t take long for the lonely star that Sherlock had seen to become the starting point of a hundred more, which followed suit.
Sherlock’s chin was resting on Molly’s shoulder, relishing on the smell of her shampoo, and she would take notice and announce out loud every time a new star fell.
“We’re supposed to ask for a wish when we see a shooting star,” Molly pointed out.
They both saw the next one falling, an incandescent spark of light extinguishing in mid-air.
Molly closed her eyes and made her wish. When she opened them again she realised that Sherlock had never closed his.
“Aren’t you going to make a wish as well?” she inquired.
Sherlock looked at her, and kissed her quickly on the nose, “I already have all that I could wish for,” And he held her closer against his torso, emphasising his words.
Many more stars fell during the time they cuddled together out there on the deserted beach, embracing each other to fight the cold, but Molly didn’t make any more wishes. She didn’t need them either.
They didn’t get the chance very often. The whole living in different states thing made cuddling kind of hard. Having a huge amount of distance between them also usually meant that the time they did spend together was used for other things. Cuddling was left for the in between moments—driving, in the morning when Brody was trying to get ready for work. They made it work.