Fresh Meat

Date (Part 2)

More fluff!! And... spice.

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After eating an actual meal, you and Bob decided to have a walk around the park. You tried to stay casual as he held your hand in such a way that said he was used to it, but it was clear he was also trying to be cool about it as well, if his cheeks being tinted pink were anything to go by. You knew you were blushing as well, with him holding your hand and his terrible pick up lines.

"Hey, how 'bout this one?" He eagerly asks, before he prepares himself by clearing his throat. "Hey baby, did ya sit on a pile of sugar?" He asks in a flirtatious tone, pausing for dramatic effect, "Cause you gotta pretty sweet ass." He finishes with finger guns as his eyebrows raise and lower, and you couldn't help your laughter at that one.

"Ey? Whaddya think? Was that a pretty good one or nah?" He waits for your opinion, but you struggle to breathe from all the laughter. "Gods- that was TERRIBLE!" You say as you hiccup, still trying to get some proper breaths in after giggling. He smiles fondly at you, loving your laugh. His grin grows at the thought that he was the one that made you laugh.

He chuckles at you, "Aww, c'mon sweetheart! Ya gotta admit, that was pretty creative! 'Sides," he bites his bottom lip, only half-joking as he continues, "I ain't lyin' when I say that you do gotta pretty sweet ass, puddin'." He revels in your reaction, your flustered face as you turn away from him, shying away from the new pet name. Oh, how you loved it.

He makes a note to call you that more often, just to see you like this.

"Sh-shut up!" You stutter as hide your face in your free hand. He gives a chuckle, "I didn't say nothin'!" He put his free hand up in surrender.

Suddenly, your walking comes to a halt.

You look behind you to see Bob has stopped walking, standing in place while gripping your hand. He isn't facing you, you notice. He's turned towards the fence, where he looks in awe. Before you could say anything, his head snaps back to you with a wide smile. "Y/N! Y/N! Get ova' 'ere! Ya gotta see this!" Judging by his tone, you suppose it isn't a bad thing he wants you to check out.

You were right.

When you return to Bob's side, you look over the fence as well. Your eyes widen at the sight before you. You knew you both were walking for a while, but you didn't think it was that  long.

Before you, the sun is setting on the horizon. It's light gleaming as it reflects off the sea. It engulfs the both of you in a warm glow. The sky is a beautiful mix of pink, orange, violet, and yellow, the more the sun sets, the darker the sky grows. You could see the stars appearing above you both, the moon slowly rises.

Unbeknownst to you, Bob was watching you with a smile full of love, affection, and adoration. He couldn't get enough of you. you were perfect for him! You were cute, kind, funny, and enjoyed his cooking! Not to mention you were a cannibal too, not that you knew he knew that, anyway.

"Y/N..." he starts, and it felt like his breath was stolen from him when you turned to look at him. You were basked in the sun's setting light, your eyes were sparkling, and your hair was being blown in the wind. He couldn't breathe.

You looked majestic.

"Bob?" You questioned, you were so sure he called your name. But the more you stare at him, the more you realize how pretty he looked. The sun casted casted a glow on his face, sharpening his features. His eyes were wide as he stared at you, looking at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. His hands were engulfed in the light, letting you see every callous and scar. His hair was softly moving in the breeze, looking fluffy and soft. Your eyes finally ended on his lip, plump and looking very kissable. To be fair, every part of him was kissable.