Motion Sickness | Simon Petrikov x Reader

Chapter 15 | Radiance

You almost slipped running to your door after you heard the doorbell ring that Sunday around 12 pm. You opened the door so quick, you could've ripped it off its hinges. Simon stood on your doorstep holding a glass dish and a totebag with a bottle of wine sitting carefully inside of it. Simon's face lit up at you, his eyes watching you breathe heavily from running to the door too fast. He had heard your feet scamper across your wooden floorboards on your way to the door.

"Good afternoon, (Y/n)." He chuckled.

You pulled him inside and away from the cold air, shutting the door behind him. He set his things down on your counter, then took off his shoes, coat, and scarf. After he finally got settled, you ran into his arms and squeezed him in a tight embrace. He flinched a bit, not expecting the sudden hug. He smiled after a second, and wrapped his arms around you. He swayed slightly with you in his arms, running a hand through your hair. "I'm happy to see you too, sunshine."

He loved that nickname for you. It was quite appropriate considering you were the one who provided light and warmth in his life. You loved the nickname almost as much as he did.

You looked up at him, giving him a big smile, "I missed you."

Simon gave you a soft kiss on the top of you head. "I'm here now."

After another minute, Simon gently let go of you. "I brought lunch. I really hope it tastes okay. I made stuffed bell peppers."

You quickly ran to your kitchen, almost slipping while you turned the corner. Simon ran after you, laughing at you to himself. You took the lid off of Simon's dish, and got yourself a plate of the food he brought. Simon opened the wine bottle, searching the cabinets for your wine glasses. He found where they were located, and got two of them filled with wine. He set them down on the table, noticing that you had gotten Simon's plate together as well as yours. He sat down across from you, sipping on the wine glass first. When he looked down at your plate, your food was already halfway gone.

He set down his glass, "Is it good? I was worried it wouldn't taste very great..."

"Stop speaking. This is amazing." You stared at him intently for a moment before going back to your food.

Simon smiled softly to himself, resting his cheek in his hand as he gazed in your direction. He ate with you, but you finished your food well before him.

"Don't ever question your cooking skills ever again. That was the best stuffed pepper I've ever had." You wiped your mouth with a napkin.

Simon shook his head, laughing at your response, "alright, alright."

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After your meal, you and Simon took a seat on the couch together. You turned on the television, you thumb pressing the channel button to flip through your options. "There's nothing good on right now." You sighed, turning the screen off.

"It's okay, we can just talk." Simon pat your shoulder.

"About what?" You looked up at him.

Simon thought for a moment, "I suppose I never officially asked you out. All we did was kiss."

You felt a few butterflies fill your stomach.

"Did you..." he trailed off, trying to read your expression, "want to, well, you know."

He took in a deep breath.

"We could start a relationship together."

"Like, dating?" You asked.

"Yeah, like dating." He answered.

A smile immediately lit up your face as you nodded, giving him a tight hug. He let out a sigh of relief to your reaction, his hands placing themselves onto your back. He gave you a few pats on your shoulder blades, pressing his lips into your cheek in a playful manner. You let out a soft laugh, his little kisses tickling you across your face and to the corner of your lips. You hadn't kissed Simon properly since the night before. It seemed appropriate to do so now.