forum Coffee Shop Fluff (Closed)

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

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Gwendolyns body and grip softened, and she smiled down at him, her head felt light, and she found herself imaging the kid again, as she realised she wanted that in her future, so bad.

"Ground control to Gwenny, come back down to Earth. We need you here." He chuckled, giving her a couple butterfly kisses while he waited.

Gwendolyn shook her head, snapping herself out of he thoughts, and blushed as she received the butterfly kisses, she swallowed audibly and she let go of his wrists, and scrambled off of him, as fast as she could.

"uh—" she coughed into her fist, rubbing her elbow with the other hand "sorry" she muttered, her voice squeaky and her mouth drawn in a tight line.

She sat down on the bed and avoided Carson's gaze and casted it to the floor.
"Can we just– can we go to bed now?" She asked quietly.

Things were going smoothly for Gwen and Carson, and she loved it but it sometimes felt like it was going to fast.

"Okay, if that's what you want." Carson kept his voice soft and gentle, showing that Gwen was in full control and he wouldn't go any further than she wanted him to. "Come on then, I've got plenty of extra blankets if you get too cold."

Gwendolyn felt a blush claim her face as she found herself saying "we can share the same blanket, if that's okay with you—" she looked up and her eyes met his, she found herself smiling and climbing towards the top of the bed, where she laid her head against the pillow and pulling the thick blanket out from under the pillow and over her body.

She patted the spot next to her and gave Carson a gentle smile.

Carson gladly joined her under the blanket although kept a little bit of distance between them just in case Gwen was still recovering and wanted a bit if space to herself.

Gwendolyn turned on her side to face. She looked at him, and a slow smile spread across her face, she scooted closer, to where their thighs were touching.

"Did you mean it?" she asked quietly, she could hear him breathing and she felt soft and warm in his presence.

"Mean what? I've said a lot of things in the past little while, I'm gonna need some specifics." Carson chuckled, turning to face Gwen fully.

"when I asked you what you wanted in life and you said— you said me" she said quietly, raising her hand to cup his cheek, she inhaled slowly, everything seemed light and airy, and she knew if she didn't do it now she would never do it at all.
So she moved closer to him, as close as she could get, and raised her chin.

She planted her lips on Carson's, closing her eyes gently, her eyelids fluttered.

(Look at these adorable bastards! I want what they have)

Carson was honestly a little taken aback by Gwen's forwardness but quickly got over it in order to kiss her back. Her lips were soft and warm, maybe a little chapped but then again so were Carson's so he didn't mind.

(Look at these adorable bastards! I want what they have)

(This rp makes me smile. I freaking love it)

Gwendolyn slowly pulled away her lips forming into a smile even though her mind was running in thoughts about what just happened.

She stared at Carson, and realised his hair was still in its bun. She sat up slightly, reached over and took it down, sliding the hair tie on her wrist, she then ran her fingers through it.

She let it fall over his face, watching him; she then tucked a piece behind his ear.

He blew a piece out of his eyes, smiling a little as he watched Gwen mess with his hair. He didn't mind, he actually found it rather relaxing to have her run her fingers through his hair.

Gwendolyn swallowed, her smile grew increasingly, then looked at him, he was beautiful; she knew some men prefer to be called 'handsome' or 'hot' but Carson was neither he was beautiful and she knew he knew that.

She smiled and kept running her fingers through his hair lightly, she then raised up a little planting little kisses on his forehead, cheeks, the tip of his nose, and under his ears.

She tucked another piece of his hair behind his ear as she planted a sweet, soft kiss on his jawline.

"You're beautiful." She said to him, her tone filled with nothing but truth, or her version of it, she did think Carson was beautiful, so it wasn't a lie,.

"So are you, my lady." Carson retorted softly, using her pause as an excuse to start planting kisses over her face and neck.

"No matter what anyone says, you're beautiful to me. Beautiful girl. My beautiful girl. And that's all that matters."

Gwendolyn gave a small giggle, and smiling at him, when he was done planting the kisses, she moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around his torso, and snuggling her head into his chest.

Carson gladly gathered her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her to give her a soft squeeze and kissing the top of her head. "How did I get so lucky to meet a girl like you."

Gwendolyn shrugged slightly, and smiled up at him.

"I could ask you the same thing" she said quietly.

"I'm insulted you'd call me a girl but regardless, I can appreciate the sentiment." Carson chuckled with a smile.

Gwendolyn shrugged.

"You know what I was trying to say." She says with a smile as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek, she snuggled her head into his chest and closed her eyes gently.

"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.