Hi! About "Mysteries of the Solar System" I was going to ask whether Drake will tell reader about the wall painting and the pillows when they eventually have sex on the living room couch, the night they finally get to watch the documentary, but I was afraid it was too vulgar for such a romantic and delicate fic.
But then I couldn't resist, and here I am asking. 🤩
He is kissing you. Finally. It only took three million hints, a considerable number of loaded looks on your part, and thirty five dates, which if your math is right makes a grand total of eighty three episodes of dinosaurs and stars.
His hunger tips him forward, and your body gives way, sinking back into the sofa cushions. The tag on one of them - price still attached, which you clocked on the very first day and said nothing about - jabs you in the back.
"Ouch."
He pulls back immediately, horrified. "Did I hurt you?"
"The tag", you say, arching up to fish out the cushion, and when Drake sees the price on it his face goes full red.
"Tell me something," you caress his chin, "did you buy these for our first date?"
He nods, eyes drifting straight back to your lips, and not wanting to lose more time rips off the tag and catches your mouth again.
Your laugh is muffled against his. "And the fresh paint smell that first day?"
"Mmh," Drake's complain reberberates on your lips.
Okay, no more questions.
@igiulss