the silence is no longer awkward its akin to that of how you would sit on facetime when he was watching film and you were reading before bed.
"so did yall actually lose?" you question.
"what do you think?" he says flatly and you laugh.
"damn, sucks to suck." you say getting up and going into the kitchen grabbing an oven mitt.
"wow, thanks for the sympathy." he says sarcastically. you shrug and pull out the potatoes smiling at how crisp they were.
"perfection." you mumble to yourself.
"what?" he says appearing behind you causing you to jump.
"nothing God dont sneak up on me like that, fuck." you exclaim sitting the pan down and removing your mitt.
he ignores you, "hmm, looks burnt."
your roll your eyes, "aint burnt and it aint for you, you sassy fuck."
he laughs and sits at one of the stools by the island, "im just playing, looks good."
you smile at the compliment and pull out your two nicest plates- thrifted of course and begin plating the meals.
"damn no paper plates tonight, i feel special." he laughs.
"only the best for you lord lamb." you say placing his plate in front of him.
he laughs and pops a potato into his mouth and you watch for any signs of disapproval, satisfied when you see none and take takes another.
as you begin eating your steak you hear him moan and your eyes shoot over to him.
"this good as fuck." he says mouth still full and you giggle and nod chewing your own food. the rest of the dinner is silent aside from his occasional moans of approval.
"where you going?" you ask as he gets up grabbing your plate.
"to do the dishes." he says as if you should have known that.
"thats sweet but no. i can do them just sit them in there." you motion at the sink and to your dismay he continues on against your wishes.
you sit there and watch as he does it finally taking a moment to take him in. tall, lean and extremely handsome. his locs are pulled up in a sloppy bun and he donned a grey cowboys sweatshirt but his sleeves were rolled up. you admired the tattoos that dances up his wrist and disappeared into his clothes.
"i look good or sum?" he smirks and you do your best to keep a straight face but internally your screaming. "you look alright."
"damn just alright?" he laughs and for your sake you just change the subject.
"so you wanna spend the night?"
he abruptly stops and glances at you and it feels like you may have said the wrong thing.
"im sorry, not like that or nothing like you can take my bed. you know its just late and you dont need to be driving on 20 right now." you ramble trying to explain yourself.
"nah, yeah i get it i just aint expect you to offer. yeah ill spend the night!" he says turning off the water. "you can have your bed too, i know you got work in the morning."
"boy you got practice tomorrow and you just literally played a game tonight i think ill be fine on the recliner." you protest getting up from the stool and going over to the recliner.
"dont piss me off we been doing good, just get in the bed." he say following right in suit behind you.
"cedarian you aint nobody damn daddy." you huff sitting down in the chair.
he rolls his eyes before lifting you up and trudging to your bedroom.
"what the fuck cedarian put me down! im not playing put me down! " you cry as he finally throws you onto your bed.
"hush, now go to sleep." he says heading back towards the door.
"wait, come lay down at least. you can at least lay here till i go to sleep." you say just wanting his presence near. he doesnt protest he just comes and plops down on the side opposite of you.
"thank you." you mumble switching your lamp off and turning back to him.
you both lay in silence mere inches separating you and you cant help but yearn to close the gap and fall asleep in his arms. his smell is enticing and inviting. he is everything you thought he would be and more.
"goodnight cee." you mumble shaking yourself of your thoughts.
"goodnight." he says throwing an arm over you and pulling you into his chest.
you could only basked in the bliss of his body on yours momentarily before your subconscious fell into your state of rest.
some cute lil fluff for the gworls <3 spice is coming soon ;)
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cellular sentiment ꨄ ceedee lamb
Fanfictionin which you and ceedee have been friends for a while but you only talk on the phone but he surprises you after his game & the sentiment becomes something more than cellular.
