rafe treats y/n like she’s made of glass. like she’s something soft, delicate—something his.
and she lets him. because how could she not? when he’s always looking at her like that? when his touch is always so gentle?
like now—when she pouts at him from the passenger seat, arms crossed, lips pursed in that way that makes him weak.
“what?” he asks, fighting back a smirk, reaching over to squeeze her thigh.
“you didn’t let me carry the bags.”
rafe exhales, shaking his head. “because you don’t need to. what kind of boyfriend would i be if i let you carry heavy shit, huh?”
y/n huffs, turning to the window. “they weren’t even that heavy.”
and that’s when he knows—she’s just being a brat.
so he leans over at a red light, pressing a kiss to her temple. “my sweet girl,” he murmurs, lips dragging down to her jaw. “so spoiled, huh?”
she mumbles something under her breath, but he catches it—“not spoiled.”
he just grins. “nah, you are, angel. i made you that way.”
because he does spoil her. carries her bags, opens her doors, pulls her into his lap just because. worships her. and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
so when they get home, and she starts trying to grab the shopping bags again, he just tuts, plucking them right out of her hands.
she pouts up at him. “but—”
rafe just shakes his head, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “no buts. let me take care of you.”
she lets out a dramatic sigh but doesn’t argue, instead watching as he carries all the bags inside like it’s nothing.
“you know,” she says, plopping onto the couch, stretching like a cat, “i could have helped.”
rafe raises a brow, setting the bags down before making his way over to her. “oh yeah?”
he hums, settling beside her, pulling her into his lap with ease. “but you like when i baby you, huh?”
she rolls her eyes, but he sees the way her lips twitch, how she doesn’t move away when he starts pressing slow, lazy kisses to her neck.
“admit it,” he murmurs, voice low, teasing. “you like being my spoiled little baby girl.”
she exhales, tilting her head slightly as he keeps kissing, hands gripping at his shirt.
rafe chuckles, pulling back to look at her. “yeah?”
she shrugs, playing with the collar of his shirt, but when she finally looks up, she’s got that look in her eyes—the one that makes him weak. the one that tells him she’s just as obsessed with him as he is with her.
so he kisses her—slow, deep, like he’s got all the time in the world.
when they finally pull apart, he brushes a thumb over her cheek, voice soft. “good girl.”
now she’s curled up in his lap, fingers lazily playing with the chain around his neck, lips slightly swollen from how he’d kissed her stupid just moments ago.
and he can’t help himself.
his hands roam—slow, lazy, like he’s got nowhere else to be. one hand resting on the small of her back, the other tracing patterns along her bare thigh, dipping beneath the hem of her shorts.
“you tired, baby?” he murmurs, voice soft, knowing.
y/n hums, blinking up at him, looking dazed, floaty. “a little.”
he smiles, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “you wanna nap?”
she makes a noise, nuzzling closer, pressing her face into his neck. “mmm. just wanna sit here.”
because she’s never really said it, but he knows—knows she feels safest when she’s with him, tucked against him like this, wrapped up in his warmth.
so he just hums, rubbing slow circles into her back. “yeah? my lap comfy, huh?”
she nods, sighing contentedly. “mhm. best seat in the house.”
rafe chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “yeah, ‘cause it’s your seat, angel.”
she doesn’t respond, but the way she sighs again, soft and sweet, is enough.
he keeps holding her, fingers tracing slow, absentminded shapes against her skin, lips pressing light, fleeting kisses to her temple, her forehead, her jaw.
and when he feels her breathing even out, feels her relax completely in his arms, he knows she’s drifted off.
he smiles to himself, tightening his hold just a little, letting his head rest against the couch.
yeah, he thinks, pressing one last kiss to her forehead. he could hold her like this forever.
rafe doesn’t move—not even an inch. not when his leg starts going numb, not when his arm starts to tingle. because y/n is asleep, all warm and tucked against him, and he’d rather die than wake her up.
his baby girl—soft, sweet, always pressed up against him like she belongs there. (she does.)
he’s careful as he shifts just slightly, just enough to cup the back of her head, fingers threading into her hair. she stirs a little, sighing in her sleep, pressing closer.
rafe just smiles, running a thumb over her cheek. she looks so peaceful like this, face smushed against his chest, lips parted, lashes fluttering faintly.
so he does—just a light press of his lips to her forehead, lingering for a second before pulling away.
she exhales softly, shifting in his lap, stretching like a cat before blinking up at him, still sleepy, still floaty.
“…how long was i out?” her voice is quiet, groggy.
rafe grins, brushing some hair from her face. “’bout an hour.”
her brows furrow slightly. “you let me sleep that long?”
“‘course i did, angel.” his fingers move down, tracing the side of her neck, his voice dropping slightly. “you looked too pretty to wake up.”
her lips part slightly, and rafe knows he’s got her.
he smirks, dragging his hand down her arm, slow, teasing. “feel good?”
y/n nods, still dazed, blinking at him like she’s not sure if she’s awake or still dreaming.
rafe hums, tilting his head. “yeah? what feels good, baby?”
he cups her face, tilting it up as he leans in, lips brushing hers—soft, teasing. “yeah?”
“mhm.” her hands slide up his chest, gripping his shirt weakly, like she’s trying to pull him closer, but he’s already as close as he can be.
“wanna kiss?” he murmurs, voice low, teasing.
she nods again, breath hitching slightly. “please.”
rafe grins before finally—finally—closing the distance, kissing her soft and slow, like he’s got all the time in the world.
because he does. because he’s not going anywhere.
when they finally pull apart, she exhales, nuzzling into him, hands still fisted in his shirt.
rafe just chuckles, running a hand down her back. his baby girl.
