[ naomi's never actually seen the princess bride. oh, when she was growing up, she'd seen enough of people posting about it on tumblr to have an idea of how good it was as a film, but she never managed to pick it up and actually sit down to watch. maybe if she had, she'd have figured out how raleigh felt about her sooner, but all the same, it's a good thing she didn't because what they have between them feels fragile and new and not because of raleigh, no, but because she's not quite sure how she'll react if she finally admits to herself that she's fallen for him right back.
she's half asleep with her cheek on her pillow watching him step out and close the door when the thought hits her that he's the first guy she's ever shared a bed with. ever. it's not like she's been oblivious to the fact that she hooked up with yancy at the back of a truck, had his baby and then kind of threw herself into her work - it's just that the realization kind of hits and it shakes her to her core.
because after yancy was born, she'd had her hands full with a little girl and she'd hated the pitying looks that went but she was such a smart girl as if getting knocked up somehow equated with her brain getting flushed down the drain. she lost her virginity and had someone contribute to the child in her belly why people would always view that as a gauge of her intelligence never made sense. so no, there was never anyone after yancy becket - oh she'd had friends and a couple of guys seemed to express interest but there was always her daughter to think about and somehow having little yancy as a fixture made boys either careful or careless and while the former gave her really excellent guy friends who thought of her as more than just the token girl, the latter made her wary of letting anyone in romantically.
( not that she could. they had pretty stiff competition from a dead guy which is just sad, really. )
and then came raleigh becket.
when he comes back in and shuts the lights, naomi is grateful that she's she turned the other way because she flushes so easily and raleigh is incredibly perceptive when he wants to be. she's still sorting through the irony of it all when he crawls in beside her, the familiar warmth of his body prompting her to curl up against his side. if she believed in things like fate, she would actually want to punch it in the face because really. really. fated to end up with a becket how is this a thing.
when he slips up, she nearly misses it, actually feels her heart hitch for a second because what was that what were you going to say and while it's dark she can make out the shape of him, hears the way he breathes and she thinks to herself that she's not on the edge of the cliff, she's already slipped and has since plummeted over.
she shifts so that she hovers above him, lets her hand catch his cheek so she can draw him in and murmur goodnight, raleigh against his mouth before she gathers her courage and adds: ] Love you.
u r B E S T ever
she's half asleep with her cheek on her pillow watching him step out and close the door when the thought hits her that he's the first guy she's ever shared a bed with. ever. it's not like she's been oblivious to the fact that she hooked up with yancy at the back of a truck, had his baby and then kind of threw herself into her work - it's just that the realization kind of hits and it shakes her to her core.
because after yancy was born, she'd had her hands full with a little girl and she'd hated the pitying looks that went but she was such a smart girl as if getting knocked up somehow equated with her brain getting flushed down the drain. she lost her virginity and had someone contribute to the child in her belly why people would always view that as a gauge of her intelligence never made sense. so no, there was never anyone after yancy becket - oh she'd had friends and a couple of guys seemed to express interest but there was always her daughter to think about and somehow having little yancy as a fixture made boys either careful or careless and while the former gave her really excellent guy friends who thought of her as more than just the token girl, the latter made her wary of letting anyone in romantically.
( not that she could. they had pretty stiff competition from a dead guy which is just sad, really. )
and then came raleigh becket.
when he comes back in and shuts the lights, naomi is grateful that she's she turned the other way because she flushes so easily and raleigh is incredibly perceptive when he wants to be. she's still sorting through the irony of it all when he crawls in beside her, the familiar warmth of his body prompting her to curl up against his side. if she believed in things like fate, she would actually want to punch it in the face because really. really. fated to end up with a becket how is this a thing.
when he slips up, she nearly misses it, actually feels her heart hitch for a second because what was that what were you going to say and while it's dark she can make out the shape of him, hears the way he breathes and she thinks to herself that she's not on the edge of the cliff, she's already slipped and has since plummeted over.
she shifts so that she hovers above him, lets her hand catch his cheek so she can draw him in and murmur goodnight, raleigh against his mouth before she gathers her courage and adds: ] Love you.