And then they went home, and kissed goodnight, and snuggled and-
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And then they went home, and kissed goodnight, and snuggled and-
#Scenes So Intimate You Feel Like You're Intruding
Domestic Leon Kennedy Finally Took You to Olive Garden
Your favorite.
The waiter stopped beside the table.
Leon glanced up, reading glasses perched low on his nose. He sat the dessert menu down as the waiter dropped the food off and brought the grater over Leon's meal.
"Tell me when."
Parmesan fell onto his pasta.
And kept falling.
The waiter glanced up. Leon gave the smallest shake of his head.
More cheese.
More, until...finally...
"When."
The waiter smiled politely and moved on.
Leon leaned across the table, lowering his voice.
"I only told him to stop because I didn't want to embarrass you."
You laughed. "You would've let him grate until his wrist gave out."
"I would've."
"I would've let you."
"I know."
You rested your chin in your hands, smiling at him across the table.
"Oh?"
He smiled back.
"You get this little look."
"What look?"
"The one where you're trying very hard to pretend you're not delighted."
You felt warmth creep into your cheeks.
"I don't make a face."
"You do."
"I do not."
"You scrunch your nose."
"My nose?"
"And your eyes get all squinty." His smile softened. "It's the same face you made when I brought you that ridiculous dinosaur-shaped chicken nugget."
You stared at him.
"You remember that?"
He looked genuinely puzzled.
"Sweetheart...c'mon."
As if forgetting the expression you make when you're happy had ever been an option.
Brb gotta go scream
McLarenF1 on X: Yapping resumed 😅
Chim, struggling with a recipe: Eddie, can you Google how many ounces are in a cup? My hands are covered in flour.
Eddie: Sure, one sec. Buck!
Buck: Yeah?
Eddie: How many ounces are in a cup?
Buck: Eight.
Eddie: Thank you.
Chim: Now, what the hell was that?
Eddie: Six years, Chim. Haven't had to Google a thing.
Chim: Mmhm, why don't you ask Buck what the definition of codependency is next?
they're so domestic
Kento wouldn't normally be approving of sending a 'dick pic'... But when he's been out on a work trip for the last week, and you’ve been teasing him relentlessly with random...or not so random pictures of yourself bare in your shared bed since he left..
Taking his opportunity to indulge you in your own little game, grabbing his phone after a late night shower. Taking a single photo of his fully hardened cock, straining against his fresh pair of underwear. Neat blonde happy trail just above his waistband, interrupted by his leaking, blushing tip making the white cotton material translucent. Sent with a simple text of "Miss you too Sweetheart".
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