Rafe Cameron Blurbs

14

"Sarah's not here, by the way. She left with John B an hour ago," Wheezie informed you once you walked into their home like it was your own as you've done for the past ten years.

"Really? We had plans. I'm getting kinda tired of her ditching me for him," you huffed as you sat down on the couch next to Wheezie.

"What were y'all gonna do anyway?" The little brunette asked while scrolling through the channels on the television.

"We were gonna go pick some apples and try to make a pie with them later. Now, I have no one to go apple picking with..."

"I'll go with you," you heard the oldest of the Cameron crew speak behind you. Wheezie bust out into a fit of laughter before shaking her head and returning her attention back to whatever show she had chosen.

"Really?" you asked Rafe. He nodded his head in response. "Will you help me make an apple pie later because that's what I'm most excited about?"

"I don't know how much help I'll be doing that but it sounds fun. I've never baked anything before." You hopped up from the couch and headed for the door.

"Come on, Rafe. Let's go pick some apples." And that is what you guys did. Rafe helped you get the ones that were higher on the trees because they were too far out of your reach. You two went back to his house and began to make your pie.

"Shit," you heard Sarah mumble when she walked into the house. "What are you guys doing?"

"Making an apple pie," Rafe spoke for the two of you as he plopped the dough out onto the floured countertop.

"I thought we were gonna do that, y/n?"

"I thought we were going to go apple picking but you were with John B so I went with Rafe," you answered and continued to slice the apples.

"You can still help us make the pie though," you offered. There was a look between the Cameron siblings that you couldn't see, one where Rafe was begging his sister to go so he could be alone with you. Sarah rolled her eyes before saying she was going to go take a shower and might come back down to help. You put the apples to the side to help Rafe with the pie crust dough because he was struggling.

"Here, like this," you said as you grabbed his hands with your own and pressed down to knead the dough. He stood behind you as your body was pressed against the island that sat in the center of the kitchen, his arms around yours and your hands together with the dough. You felt his breath on your neck and his hands move to be on top of yours. Lips pressed to your neck which you tilted your head for him to have more access and his hands traveled up your arms before falling to your waist.

"Rafe," you whispered as your eyes fluttered closed and your head fell back against his shoulder when he began to suck on the skin of your neck in that sweet spot right below your ear. The beep of the oven preheating startled the two of you, causing y'all to break apart.

"Let's get this pie in the oven first and then we'll go upstairs to your room, okay?" you suggested but Rafe had other plans.

"I was thinking we could have fun right in here." Your eyes went wide.

"Wheezie is in the other room and Sarah could come down any minute. Ward or Rose could come in here too," you told him.

"All the more fun." And who knew making a pie could end up like this?