[ to be fair, raleigh can cook a total of three things: crêpes, scrambled eggs, and pb&j. if he's having a good day, he can maybe do a box of kraft macaroni and cheese, but most of the time he forgets that he's got something on the stove until it's a disaster. the only reason he can even cook crêpes is because he'd made his mom show him how about sixty billion times until he could almost do it in his sleep.
but any thoughts of breakfast and whether the local grocery store will actually have nutella go flying out into space when her fingers wrap around his dog tags because--oh. that's really kind of hot. he'd never really thought about something like that being hot but it kind of is.
raleigh leans down and kisses naomi's collarbone. just because he wants to and he can. ] Life's no fun without surprises. [ and they should probably get out of bed soon otherwise he's going to get distracted by the way the skin of her hip feels under his palms and the fact that he's actually allowed to kiss her wherever he wants to now. ]
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but any thoughts of breakfast and whether the local grocery store will actually have nutella go flying out into space when her fingers wrap around his dog tags because--oh. that's really kind of hot. he'd never really thought about something like that being hot but it kind of is.
raleigh leans down and kisses naomi's collarbone. just because he wants to and he can. ] Life's no fun without surprises. [ and they should probably get out of bed soon otherwise he's going to get distracted by the way the skin of her hip feels under his palms and the fact that he's actually allowed to kiss her wherever he wants to now. ]