Barson drabble, established relationship, based in the future of the Iowa Vs Italy universe. Funny and silly, no warnings really apply. Noah's around 15 years old and teenagers and their parent's libidos don't mix. Enjoy!
WC: 702.
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“Oh Jesus! Mom! Dad!” came Noah’s shout as he walked into the living room.
“Noah! What the hell!” came her mother’s cry as she shoved Rafael off her and stumbled to her feet, grabbing her blouse from the floor and hastily trying to button it.
“I forgot my gym bag.” said Noah quietly, his eyes firmly fixed on the floor, trying to ignore his mother stood there in only her bra and slacks.
“Why didn’t you tell us you were coming home?” she asked, correcting her pants and running her fingers through her hair.
His jaw dropped and his eyes came up to meet hers. “What? Tell you and Dad, who aren’t meant to be here, that I’m coming home for thirty seconds to pick up something that you reminded me not to forget this morning?”
“Mijo.” said Rafael in a strict tone, not happy tolerating attitude from his son even if he and Olivia might possibly be in the wrong. Noah’s eyes met his father’s.
“Dad, please can you sort yourself out.” groaned Noah, waving a hand at his father who was still bare from the waist up with his boxers showing and belt and fly undone.
“Shit.” muttered Rafael, turning away slightly to hastily tug on his undershirt and correct his pants.
“I’m going to get my bag, and I’m going to leave as quickly as possible.” said Noah, holding his hands up and turning away to leave.
“Look, Noah…” started Olivia, stepping forward.
Noah spun back around. “It’s fine, really, Mom. You and Dad snuck out from work early and I shouldn’t have been home. I get it. But please, can you not on the couch? I have to sit there.”
They both watched him stalk up the stairs to his room before Olivia smacked Rafael on the arm.
“This is all your fault.” hissed Olivia.
Rafael frowned furiously. “Mine? I’m sorry but who jumped me the moment I walked through the door.”
“And who steered us towards the couch when we have a perfectly good bed, upstairs?” she growled, waving her arm in the direction of the staircase.
“What can I say. You’re irresistible and I didn’t want to wait.” shrugged Rafael, a smug grin tugging at his lips.
“Rafa!” she exclaimed, smacking his bicep.
He winced but laughed, cautiously placing his hands on her waist and pulling her into his body. “So, once he leaves….”
“You’re insatiable.” she sighed, her hands looping around his neck.
“You love that about me.” he whispered, kissing her softly.
She smiled gently and sighed deeply. “God help me, I do.”
“Mom! Dad! I’m leaving now. Be safe!” came a shout from near the front door.
Rafael scowled. “That cheeky little fuc -”
“Come on.” she laughed, grabbing his hand, and tugging him up the stairs.
***
“What’s wrong with you, Noh?”
“Nothing, I’m fine.” Noah replied, slamming his locker door a little too loudly.
“Did your mom give you a hard time about your bag? She did remind you this morning before we left.”
“Remind me to tell her to stop giving you a lift to school, J.” grumbled Noah.
Jamie laughed and returned to changing his footwear. “So, what was it?”
“Nothing I want to talk about. No, she didn’t give me a hard time, but her and Dad were there when I went home.”
Jamie looked puzzled; his mind was a couple of seconds behind that afternoon. “So?”
Noah raised his eyebrows.
“Ohh.” chuckled Jamie, “you mean you walked in on them…?”
“No, but they were on the couch, and in less clothing than I feel comfortable seeing.” muttered Noah.
“Wow.” replied Jamie, his jaw dropping.
Noah groaned, and scrubbed his hands over his face, as if that would erase the image of his parents half naked on the couch. “Yeah. But can we please stop talking about it.”
“You know they probably just carried on when you left right?”
“Jesus! Jamie! I don’t need that image in my head!” mumbled Noah, picking up his bag and shoving it in his locker. “It’s bad enough to see them making out like that as it is!”
“Well, let’s get your mind off it, come on, man. Let’s go.”
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Barson drabble, fluff, continued from this - Rafael helps Olivia feel better with some tender love and care.
WC: 749
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“Sit. Drink.” he whispered.
She hummed her response as she closed her eyes and rested her hands on the bed, her fingers curling into the bedspread.
She could hear the water running in the bathroom, and his quiet footsteps as he moved about only a few feet away. She sighed and rolled her neck back and forth; the painkillers had barely taken the edge off. Her head felt like it was being crushed by a ten-tonne weight. Her eyes burned, the light on the nightstand even too much to tolerate. She gripped the glass slowly, letting the cool water flow down her throat, replacing the glass on the side, and closing her eyes once more.
She jumped at a sudden hand on her shoulder but soon relaxed when her eyes squinted open to see concerned frown hovering over her.
“Shower’s ready, come on.” he murmured, eying her with heartfelt concern.
He held out a hand for her and she gripped it tightly, leaning on him heavily as she became upright. His arm wrapped around her waist as they moved to the bathroom.
She shrugged off her blazer and went to remove her blouse but was struggling to undo the buttons. She felt his hands move hers to fall to the side and sighed as he removed the offending fabric and start working on her pants. She held onto his shoulders as she stepped out of each pant leg, and she was left stood in her underwear.
He kissed her forehead, his lips trailing across her temple and down her cheek and she sank into his arms.
“You’ll feel better soon, ‘Liv, I promise.”
She smiled although it came across as more of a grimace as she removed her underwear and turned to step into the shower. He had already undressed and guided her under the water carefully before stripping off his boxers and joining her.
She had to rest her hands on the wall, her head dropping down to her chest as she let the hot water soothe her neck and shoulders.
He moved to stand behind her, his hands grazing up her sides and into her sore spots, his fingers working into her muscles, and she groaned loudly.
“Tilt your head back, cariño.”
He squirted a dollop of shampoo into his hands and worked her scalp, not only to work in the liquid but to try and relax her. She tilted her neck as he moved to one side, then the other, the pressure in her head finally easing ever so slightly. He rinsed the shampoo carefully before applying conditioner and lathering up a loofah to wash the rest of her body.
Olivia was content. His touch across her body, manipulating every curve and dip in her skin, soothing her entire body, not just the parts that ached the most. Usually at this point she would be keening for something more, his mouth following the path of his hands, his lips working her into a frenzy. But not today, she was quickly feeling extraordinarily fatigued, her eyes stayed closed, and her knees sagged so he held her up, his strong arms keeping her safe.
He moved away only for a second, stepping out and assisting her back to dry land, wrapping a soft fluffy towel around her body. He turned the water off and grabbed his own towel, securing it at his waist as he guided her back into their bedroom. He had left a pair of comfy pyjama shorts and a t-shirt on the bed for her and after drying carefully she changed and wrapped a small towel around her damp hair.
“Nap time.” she whispered, holding out a hand to him as he emerged from the bathroom, dry and dressed in sweatpants but bare chested.
“Give me two minutes.” he replied as he left the room.
She clambered into bed, her body relaxing instantly as the cool feel of the bedsheets enveloped her body.
She vaguely heard him return, his presence was instantly comforting, soothing, calming and she had never been so relieved to have someone whom she loved so much and loved her in return.
“Can’t sleep ‘til you’re here, Rafa.” she murmured, curling into his side, her head pillowed by his arm and his hand pinching and moving across the muscles in her neck very gently.
“You’re the best migraine cure.” she smiled.
“Just doing my part.” he grinned, kissing her softly as her eyes fluttered shut, “Rest, ‘Liv, I’ve got you.”
