forum Coffee Shop Fluff (Closed)

Started August 13, 2021 by @Elder-God-Jacks347

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"Right right, whatever. Get some sleep, Gwenny. I'll be here when you wake up." His voice softened and he nuzzled her hair affectionately before closing his eyes and attempting to sleep.

(imma time skip—)

Gwendolyn found herself falling asleep very quickly.

When she awoke she smiled up at Carson, who was still asleep.

Carson was still dead asleep, his breaths deep and even although his grip on Gwen remained tight.

Gwendolyn moved her arm out of his grip, and trailed her index finger along his jawline gently, moving to push a piece of loose hair behind his ear.

She kissed him gently on the tip of the nose.
"I think I love you" she whispered, her voice lost among the sound of his deep breathing.

No reaction. Obviously. But there was a slight shift in his breathing for a second, almost like an appreciative hum although it was hard to tell.

Gwendolyn got up, rubbing her eyes with her fists, and quietly walked into the kitchen, where she explored the cabinets, finally finding a skillet, she placed it on a burner on the stove, and turned the burner on.

She fished a half full cartoon of eggs out of the fridge and sat them on the counter, she cracked one open, and when it was finally solid enough, she slid the spatula under it, and flicked her wrist, causing the egg to turn over, covering the yolk in a thin layer of the egg white.

Dippin' eggs. That's what her mother called, them eggs in which you break the thin layer of egg white, and dip toast, or possibly even sausage in the yolk and eventually, your entire plate is gone.

She hummed as she pulled out a plate, and gently sat the cooked egg on it, then cracked another into the skillet.

Carson stumbled out just as she was starting the second egg, yawning and stretching.

"It is too damn early to be awake, why in the hell are you up before me." He questioned sleepily, leaning heavily against the counter so he wouldn't fall over.

It was easy to see that Carson was not a morning person. At all.

Gwendolyn turned to him after she lifted the second dippin' egg onto the plate.

She gave him a soft smile, one that didn't quite reach her eyes.
"I've always woken up early since I was a child, even if I didn't want to, My body just jerked me out of sleep and back into the real world." She said softly.

She turned back to the sizzling skillet and cracked another egg over the side, and it landed with a plop in the middle of the oil.

Carson shuffled his way over to Gwen, wrapping his arms loosely around her waist and resting his head on her shoulder. "Come back to bed. Even if you don't sleep, you're warm and I want sleep." He whined with a pout, placing sleepy kisses to her cheek and jaw.

Gwendolyn shook her head gently, echoing a laugh into the stale morning air of the kitchen.

She flipped the last cooked egg onto the plate, and then took out two other plates, and plopped one on one plate; for herself, and the other two on another plate; for Carson.

She pecked him on the cheek, and she plopped two pieces of toast on each side of the toaster, and waited for them to toast.

She pulled out salt and pepper and sprinkled them over top of each egg, she turned to him, the arch in her back pressed against the edge of the counter.

"Only if you promise to eat first, I want you to eat at least once today before you sleep the day away." She said in a motherly tone.

Carson rolled his eyes with an exaggerated groan. "Yes Mom. Don't judge me for spending my one day off catching up on the one thing I never get."

Gwendolyn gave a solid smile and then turned back to the toaster, and placed the toasted bread on the plate next to the eggs, and handed the plate with two eggs to Carson.

"Eat." She said simply, picking her plate up and taking it into the living room, where she placed the fork down along with her plate; on the coffee table.

Carson took his plate, scrunching his nose at it once Gwen left. Carson had always been squeamish around uncooked eggs, something about it didn't sit right with him. He took the toast off the plate and followed Gwen into the living room to eat it, leaving the eggs behind.

(they are cooked—)

Gwendolyn noticed Carson sit down without his eggs.

"Ah" she said as she began dipping her toast into the eggs yolk, and nibbling on it.

"I see, I now know you keep the eggs in the fridge for cooking and baking." She said with a wistful smile.

(I'm bad at describing things, I imaging it's like sunny side up so I guess undercooked is a better way to say it)

"Yeah, undercooked eggs kinda weird me out. Always have. Something about slippery eggs and or liquid yolk just…no. I can't do it." He scrunched his face in disgust, shaking his head.

"Not that I'm saying that your cooking is bad! I really appreciate it, it's just that you picked something that I don't really like." He chuckled awkwardly, his face heating up in embarrassment.

Gwendolyn shrugged and gave him a small smile, taking another bite of toast with yolk on it.

"Its okay, I cant tell you how many times I went to bed hungry because I didn't like what my mom cooked for dinner." She said with a small painful smile.

She finished the toast, the egg yolk was gone, so she got up and threw the egg white away, and set the dirty plate in the sink, she came back over and sat down, she stretched her arms upwards, causing her shirt to lift, and show her ghastly pale midsection.

"And here I was thinking you were actually tanner than me." Carson chuckled, glancing at her midsection. "I mean, you're as pale as me under all that hiding."

"well my dad was asian and my mom was polish, thought not straight polish, her ancestors were just Polish—" she said in a excited voice, she paused and then continued.

"but other than that, I have no excuse for being so unnaturally pale." She said with a sly smile.
"I don't really spend much time outside, and I've lived in Alaska my whole life, and it isn't exactly the perfect place for tanning here anyways—" she said with a giggle.

"Yeah but now you're multicolored! I'm just translucent, you actually have color to you. Which is shocking because like you said, Alaska." Carson gestured to the world around them with a chuckle.

"Well, I like your color— that sounds super racist but I swear its not—" she said quickly, she turned away, a blush creeping into her cheeks then leaned over and placed a kiss on the tip of Carson's nose.

"Anyways— I like you, even if you are Casper The Friendly Ghost." She added with a pure, small laugh.

Carson flicked her forehead with a pout. "You're mean. Don't be mean." He brushed his hair out of his face, pulling it back into a loose ponytail.

Gwendolyn smiled a gave him a quick peck on the cheek, she smiled at him and turned to him.

"Carson I need you to be honest." She said in a serious tone, then dropped her hands into her lap, where she avoided his eyes for a moment, then looked up to meet his gaze.

"I know me being trans isn't a big deal to you, and you're always saying you'll do whatever I want, and I know you're going super slow with me because you think I'll like break or something— but like—" she sighs then inhales letting her thoughts flow from her mouth.

"What do you want out of this?" she said motioning between them with her hand "how slow do you want to go?"
she asked quietly.

"And please don't say as slow as I do because that's just going to make me feel like the dictator of this relationship." She says with a exhausted sigh.

"Its just i'm curious because well— most people in our age range would have more than likely already have had sex by now, so its like strange that you're always doing and going as slow as I want, but I never ask what you want, ro how slow you want to go—" She said with a shaky exhale.

"Gwen, it's fine." He took her hands in his gently. "I don't mind you asking. Honestly, it kind of warms my heart that you care enough to ask."

He took a deep breath, pausing for a minute to gather his thoughts. "I want you to be happy. And I want to be happy with you. That is what I want out of this. As for pacing? It follows the same principle. I'm a very patient person, if you're happy with where we're at, I'm happy too."

Gwen nodded swiftly, and squeezed his hand.

"Do you ever feel were going to slow?" She asked weakly "like what were doing is like— not enough?" she said in a small voice.

"Not at all. I feel we're going at just the right pace for us." Carson gently cupped Gwen's face in his hand. "You're comparing us to other people. Every relationship is different and what works for one may not work for another. So relax. We'll figure it out together."