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"This is better then a fantasy.... definitely better then the ones I've had." She leans over as she merely pecks his cheek. It was soft and subtle but she wanted nothing more then to be closer to him.

The space for them to speak and be open was available. And it was nothing more then the usual flirting to the casual touches they've had

This felt intimate. This felt true. And Sienna wanted to explore this more with him.

"Are we really gonna ignore this movie...maybe we should be doing something else then?" She asked gently. Putting her empty carton down on the coffee table.

Setting his half-finished carton beside hers on the coffee table, he spared the television a brief glance. The booming soundtrack and flashing action had become little more than distant noise, unable to compete with the quiet world they had unknowingly built together.

"I think you're right," he murmured, a soft chuckle slipping into his voice. "Ignoring the movie seems like the better choice."

He reached for the remote, pausing the film. Silence settled over the apartment, gentle and comforting, leaving only the faint rhythm of their breathing and the closeness between them.

His attention never strayed from her.

The nickname rolled so effortlessly from her lips that it stirred something deep within him—a warmth rooted in years of friendship, now blossoming into something neither of them could deny. It made him wonder how he'd ever gone so long without hearing it this way.

"I may have a few ideas," he admitted, his smile softening.

Leaning forward, he closed the last sliver of space between them until his forehead rested lightly against hers. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, content simply to exist there with her, memorizing the feeling before speaking again.

"But I think I'd rather hear yours first."

His voice had dropped to little more than a whisper.

A soft smile curled up the corners of her lips and she shook her head slightly. "We're creating it. Together." Without him, Olivia knew she'd be consumed by hopelessness. What would she have to live for?

Olivia had played the submissive bride just as she'd played the submissive daughter. It had been her lot in life from the moment she was born. She'd always been told how to dress, how to act, who to marry.

"You were always more than just a boy who knew how to chop vegetables. You've given me more than anyone else has. You've given me hope and kindness." His was the love she'd dreamt of as a little girl. What she longed for when she found out she was to be wed. What she spent every night wishing for.

She was about to speak up again when she heard footsteps down the hall. Taking a quick step backwards away from him, Olivia pulled her hand back. When she spoke, there was a firmness to her tone that hadn't been there before. "Don't forget, the king specifically requested red potatoes for dinner." Maybe a poor attempt to cover their time alone as more of the staff filed into the kitchen.

He gave a deferential nod, his gaze fixed on a point just over her shoulder, refusing to meet her eyes directly. "Of course, my lady," he said, his voice now devoid of all the softness from moments before. It was polite, distant, firm. "The red potatoes. I will see to it personally."

As another staff member entered the bustling kitchen, Felix turned away from her, his movements efficient and practiced. He moved toward the larder, his posture straight and his expression carefully blank. He picked up a basket, the very picture of dutiful service.

But as he passed behind a large flour barrel, just out of direct sight, he risked a single, fleeting glance back at her. In his eyes, for just a heartbeat, was the promise they had just made—a flicker of the garden, a silent acknowledgment that this was the first test. Then it was gone, and he was just the kitchen boy again, fetching potatoes for the king's dinner.

inspired by the infamous "i want the k" meme by deactivated tumblr user tastcful. send 🎲 to generate a kiss! potential suggestive/nsf.w themes may appear

A kiss on the cheek

A kiss on the nose

A kiss on the forehead

A kiss to the top of the head

A firm kiss

A gentle peck

A romantic kiss

A platonic kiss

A kiss to the eyelid

A kiss along the jawline

A kiss to the neck

A kiss along the collar bone

A kiss on the chest

A kiss to the stomach

A kiss along the hips

A kiss in the rain

An upside-down "Spider-Man" kiss

A kiss while laughing

A kiss underwater

A rough kiss

WILDCARD! Dealer's choice :)

A french kiss/kiss with tongue

A kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances

A sleepy kiss

A kiss that's an accident

A kiss while one or both parties are crying

A kiss in greeting

A kiss in parting

A kiss to the back of the hand

A kiss to the palm of the hand

A kiss to the inner thigh

A kiss while someone watches

A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking

A kiss after a bite

A kiss against a wall

A kiss to the shoulder

A kiss to the back of the neck

A kiss while one party is carried

A tentative kiss

An impulsive kiss

A kiss out of spite

A clumsy kiss

Her eyes shimmer slightly, the idea of finally doing this. It felt so right. Even if she unknowingly got to this point.

Once he returned with the takeout in hand. Settling back into their seats as she grabbed her box and opens it up. She was quiet for a moment.

"But even if life is blissfully good for just one day. It's also worth it. I do get the need to survive and keep going. The thrill of just living...I've done just that so far..but the allure of a romantic, sure fine. An unrealistic dream too, of a day of just joy and peace...."

She rolls her eyes as she took a bite of her noodles. "I'll say it's worth that once in a life time chance."

She looks over to him. "Just like this moment..." She teased, she knew this was a chance for them to be together. This was finally happening but it was so peaceful as well.

"I don't disagree," he said, his eyes holding hers. He set his container down on his knee, giving her his full attention. "A perfect day... a moment of pure, uncomplicated joy... I see the appeal. And maybe that's not the fantasy. Maybe that's the reward for surviving the chaos."

He gestured vaguely toward the television, where the hero was currently disarming a bomb. "They fight through all of that... for a chance at a moment like this." He looked from the screen back to her. "A quiet room, good food, and..." He paused, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "...someone who makes the world feel like it's finally making sense."

He picked up his container again, taking a bite, but his eyes never left hers. He chewed slowly, a small smile playing on his lips. "I'd take this over any fantasy, any day."

Always something got in the way between them. Her eyes shimmer for a moment, feeling like this was meant to be. Another failed date, another broken heart for a second.

All for Felix to fix and scoop up for her.

She sighs softly as she smelt the aroma of the slices. Slowly she sat up on the couch as she beams.

"You do know how to treat a lady." She giggles as she sighs. Waiting for her roommate- her? She didn't know what to say now.

Did they now make it official to date? Her thoughts slowly came to her head as she blushes. A sudden shyness hit her as she smiles.

He settled back onto the couch beside her, closer this time, their shoulders touching. The plates of pasta and wine glasses were pushed aside to make room for the pizza box, which Felix opened to reveal steaming slices topped with all her favorites.

"Of course," he continued, turning to face her. "I'm happy we're having this conversation, too. But I have to admit..." He paused, reaching out to tuck a stray curl behind her ear. "I'm not entirely sure what we are now. I don't want to assume anything."

His fingers lingered against her cheek, gently stroking her skin. "All I know is that I don't want to go back to pretending that I don't feel this way about you. I've done that for too long already."

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "We can figure out the labels later. Right now, I just want to enjoy this—with you." He gestured to the spread of food around them. "And maybe finish that kiss we were so rudely interrupted from."

A bit of a shock sure, but deep down she knew he had to have liked her. It wasn't as if he tried to hide it. It did, but little things slipped through the cracks.

Her eyes met his after the kiss. It was soft, it was gentle. But it meant a lot between them, it was their final confession.

I like you. A lot more then roommates and or friends should.

A smile gently painted her lips as she nods her head. "I guess that makes two of us Felix...." She blushes at the way he gently laid it flat for them.

I want this. I want us.

A giggle left her lips as she took a second. Trying to process the years of flirting to second glances, to now a kiss. Sienna smiles as she nods her head.

When he pulled back, he just couldn't stop smiling. "All those times we'd sit right here and I'd have to stop myself from..." He trailed off, shaking his head with a small laugh. "Well, you know now." Felix picked up his wine glass and raised it. "To accepting the tension, then. And to finally doing something about it."

He clinked his glass against hers, his eyes never leaving hers. "Though I have to ask," he continued after taking a sip, "was this your plan all along? To come home from a terrible date and get me to admit my feelings?" There was no accusation in his tone—only genuine curiosity and affection. He set his glass down and took her free hand in his, intertwining their fingers. "Not that I'm complaining. In fact, I think I owe that investment banker a thank you card for standing you up."

Felix glanced toward the TV, where the show they'd been planning to watch was playing on mute. "Though I have a feeling we're not going to pay much attention to that now." He squeezed her hand gently. "I'd much rather focus on this—on us. Finally." He leaned in to kiss her once more, their lips just millimeters apart when—DING-DONG!

The doorbell rang loudly, making them both jump apart. Felix groaned, resting his forehead against Sienna's as a laugh escaped him. "Pizza," he said with a sigh. "Of all the timing..."

He reluctantly pulled away to stand up. "I'll be right back." Felix paused at the door, turning back to look at her with a smile. "We're not finished with this conversation. Not by a long shot."

The way his hand had settle over hers. To the way his hand was slowly tracing a circle over her knuckles. It was light, a pure connection between the two. It was always there in their casual touches, but now it meant more.

"So.... Why are you into action movies..?" She asked him softly. "You make fun of me for enjoying a Roman Holiday so much...might as well give a bit more detail why you like these movies."

Her voice was soft. Slowly she was scooting over, closing the gap between them. More to hear him better, but to also get closer. As if she needed to be closer.

Her eyes shimmer as she leans in the couch. Her attention slowly falling on just him.

"Roman Holiday is a fantasy," he said softly, turning his gaze to hers. "It's a beautiful dream where a princess and a regular guy get a perfect day and then... it's over. It's bittersweet, but it's still an ending."

He paused, brushing his thumb over her knuckles again. "Action movies are about chaos. People who are broken, or lost, or have nothing left to lose, thrown into impossible situations. They don't get a perfect day. They have to fight tooth and nail for every single second. They get beaten up and betrayed, but they keep going." He leaned in a fraction more, his voice dropping even lower. "They find the one person they can trust with their back, and that's what gets them through. It's not about the ending. It's about surviving the middle. Together."

The confession hung in the air, a stark, unguarded look into the way he viewed the world, and by extension, the two of them. They had survived the middle. This was the part of the movie where the two protagonists, finally allied against the world, got a moment to breathe.

Just as the thought formed, the sharp, insistent ring of the doorbell cut through the quiet intensity of the moment, shattering the bubble they had created around themselves. Felix blinked, the sound pulling him back from the depths of her eyes. He glanced at the television, realizing with a start that the movie had progressed significantly, the plot now a blur of car chases and conspiracies he hadn't registered at all.

1) classic only one bed, then oh no we’re cuddling in our sleep that then evolves into sex

2) hate fucking

3) friends with benefits 

4) first time

5) phone sex

6) public sex

7) possessive sex

8) sex outdoors

9) gangbang

10) casual threesome between pals

11) cockwarming after a long day in order to calm down together

12) sex pollen

13) high on adrenaline kind of sex

14) make up sex

15) break up sex

16) inexperienced person gets a little “lesson”

17) reunion sex

18) complicated sex with an ex

19) angry sex in the middle of a fight

She couldn't help the smile that curled up the corners of her mouth as he spoke. "Have you ever considered being a writer? You create beauty with words with as much ease as you create in the kitchen." This conversation had started with dread but she felt so much lighter. More free.

She squeezed his hand, nodding as she looked up to meet his gaze. "We'll get there together. I'll do what I can while playing the part of submissive bride and eventually...one day, we'll live the life we've dreamt of. From the moment we met, Felix, I knew you were meant to be a part of my future."

"A writer?" he chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I just... I see you. And when you look at something the way you're looking at our future right now, it's impossible not to describe the beauty. You're the one creating it. I'm just the fool lucky enough to get a glimpse."

He squeezed her hand back, his touch firm and certain. "The part of the submissive bride... I know it will cost you. Every moment of it. But remember, it's just a mask. The real you who threatens gardeners and dreams of a simple table, that's who I'll be waiting for. The one who will meet me at the end of the path."

His expression softened, the humor fading into something profound. "From the moment we met," he repeated, his voice barely a whisper. "I was just a boy who knew how to chop vegetables. You were... you were everything else. I never dared to imagine." He paused, swallowing hard. "To know that you saw me even then, that you felt this... It changes everything. It gives me a strength I didn't know I had."

He lifted their joined hands, pressing his lips to her fingers again, a gesture that was no longer about renunciation but about sealing a sacred, unbreakable promise. "Then we have a destination. And I promise you, Olivia, no matter how long the road, no matter how dark the night, I will walk every step with you until we are standing in that garden, together."

"Fine. An action movie will do. But I promise you, not all old movies are boring." She giggles as she looks up. And oddly it felt like the room had froze. He looked so precious in his usually comfy clothes. Her eyes ran over him for a second before she stopped herself and looked back to her lap.

At his words it caused her heart to skip a beat.

This is us now...

It really was just them. Now moving forward together into an unknown path together. Her eyes slowly drifted to him as he sat besides her. A knee pressed into another as she fidgets with the sleeve of her shirt.

"It is us now...but there isn't a problem with it. It feels too right." She confessed as she ran a hand through her curls. Gently shaking them out as she smiles to herself.

"I'm happy with this though." She confessed as she leans over and pecks his cheek. The spark was there, and everything was so thrilling.

He turned his head slowly, his grey eyes finding hers. The movie's opening action sequence flickered across his face, but his attention was entirely captivated by the sight before him. The gentle smile on her lips, the genuine happiness shining in her eyes—it was everything he hadn't known he was missing now laid bare.

He reached out, finding her hand where it rested on the couch. "Okay," he said, a genuine smile finally breaking through. "Brilliant movie it is." He didn't intertwine their fingers, just let his hand cover hers.

"Oh thank you...." She took his shoes afterwards as she set theirs next to each other. Coats being hanged up as she walks in further into the apartment. The cozy smells of the candles melting to the way her lights flickered on as it was a honey hue aura. It softly reminded him of her eyes.

"Okay. You pick the movie then. I'll order the food, I think Chinese will be amazing." She giggles as she went to her room to quickly change into comfortable clothes.

It took a second, giving him time to think as they've just confessed feelings neither though they'll do.

Once she joins him on the couch, she offers him spare clothes he kept tucked away here. "Felix...here. If you wanna get out of your work clothes. My bedroom is open to change in." She states as she sat on the couch.

The offer of his clothes—clothes he'd forgotten he'd even left here—felt significant. It was a testament to how long he'd been a part of her life, how seamlessly he'd fit into her space long before he'd ever admitted his feelings. When she disappeared into her room, he took the opportunity to look around, seeing the space through new eyes. It wasn't just Sienna's apartment anymore; it was a potential their space.

When she returned, his breath hitched. Seeing her in his old shirt, oversized and soft, swallowed her frame in a way that was deeply intimate. It was a silent claim, a piece of him that she had made hers, and the sight of it settled deep within his chest. He took the folded sweatpants she offered. "Thanks," he said, his voice a little rough.

At her mention of her bedroom, he hesitated for a second. The old boundaries were blurring, dissolving. He nodded, a small, accepting gesture. "Be right back."

He slipped into her room, the air thick with her scent. It was overwhelming. He changed quickly, the soft fabric of his own old clothes a strange sensation against his skin. As he came back out, he felt more relaxed, more himself, more attuned to her than ever before.

He settled on the couch, not at his usual respectful distance, but closer, leaving a few inches between them. He picked up the remote to start navigating. "Chinese sounds perfect," he said, his gaze flicking from the screen to her, now curled up beside him. "I think I've found something. An action-comedy. Minimal staring. Maximum explosions. A compromise."

He set the remote down on the coffee table, leaning back into the cushions. The movie began to play, but his focus wasn't on the opening credits. He turned his head slightly, looking at her profile in the warm light.

"So... this is us now," he said softly, not a question, but a quiet statement of fact. "Just... like this." He let the words hang in the air, an acknowledgment of the new, unspoken agreement that now existed between them. It was a quiet beginning, and he found he was perfectly content with that.