forum Coffee Shop Fluff (Closed)

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

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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."

Gwen nodded and gave him a soft kiss, her lips meeting his gently.

She snaked her hands to the bottom of his shirt, where they gripped the fabric as if it were a life line.

Carson gladly kissed her back, covering her hands with his own and running his thumbs over her knuckles.

If she needed a lifeline, he would be the one to provide it without complaint. Everyone needs their person.

When she pulled away she broke into a small cry.

"Sometime I really fucking love you Carson." She said with her heart.

"Save those words for when I can repeat them." Carson countered softly. He cared about Gwen, he really did, but he stuck to his morals and wanted to protect his arguably fragile heart.

Gwen gave a smile.

"And what if I don't?" she asked slyly, her voice as thick as honey.
"What if I keep saying it?" she asked.

She placed a kiss on Carson's jawline.

"Then you'll just have to wait until I know I can say it back." He chuckled softly, leaning into Gwen's touch.

Gwen smiled into his skin, then pulled away.

"That's fine with me." She said with a smile, she picked up her phone and saw it was almost noon.

"So beautiful, what are the plans for today?" She asked him with a sly smile.

"First, you're the beautiful one not me. Second, I was thinking a walk in the park? It's supposed to be really nice out and I want to get out of the house."

Gwen gave a quick nod and smiled
"yeah sure that sounds great." She said

"Then I suppose we need actual clothes, don't we." Carson laughed, gesturing to their pajamas.

Gwen nodded then her mouth drew into a tight thin line.

She brushed her bangs out of her eyes.
"But I don't have real clothes here" she said quietly, looking at him.

"Then we can find something for you. Unless you want to just stay in what you're in. Doesn't matter to me."

Gwen looked at him and gave a polite smile.

"can we try to find something, if you don't mind?" she asked quietly.

"Of course, whatever makes you comfortable. I think my sister left some things here the last time she visited. I've been meaning to send them back to her but I've just never found the time. We can try those first, if you don't mind."

Gwen shrugged and she felt her heart soar, yes she would love that.
"Okay" she responded quietly.

She would most definitely prefer feminine clothing, but she would like to have an outfit put together with Carson's clothes too.