𝕮𝖔𝖇𝖎𝖊 𝕾𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕴𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘

Lazy Autumn Afternoon | D.P.

[Fluff]

The rain came down in steady sheets outside, wrapping the house in a quiet, cozy stillness. It was one of those autumn afternoons where the world felt a little slower, a little softer, as though time itself had curled up and decided to rest. The muted gray light spilled into the room, casting everything in a dim glow. You and Dex had spent the morning lazing around, not in a hurry to do anything or go anywhere, and now, as the rain persisted, you found yourself sinking even further into the warmth of the moment.

Dex was stretched out on the couch, her back against the armrest, one leg bent at the knee while the other draped lazily over the edge. She was wearing a pair of soft, well-worn shorts and a faded band tee, the kind of outfit she seemed to live in when you were at home together. Her short blonde hair was mussed in a way that made her look effortlessly cool, even as she held a book in one hand, her fingers idly flipping the pages.

You lay across the couch with your head in her lap, your cheek resting against the bare skin of her thigh where her shorts had ridden up. It wasn't about anything other than comfort—your comfort, her warmth, the quiet intimacy of sharing a space this way. Solveig, your scruffy and perpetually sleepy dog, was curled up at the other end of the couch, her head resting on Dex's ankle, her tail occasionally thumping against the cushions.

Dex's free hand rested on your head, her fingers threading through your hair absentmindedly as she read. Her touch was light, slow, the kind of gesture that felt like home. Every so often, her thumb would brush against your temple, or her fingers would scratch gently at your scalp, sending little shivers down your spine.

"You know," she said after a while, her tone soft and teasing, "if you're going to hog my lap like this, the least you could do is keep still."

"I am keeping still," you murmured, turning your head just enough to press a kiss to her inner thigh.

Her fingers paused in your hair, her lips quirking into a small smile as she looked down at you. "Oh, really? That doesn't feel like keeping still."

You grinned up at her, resting your chin against her leg. "I'm being considerate. Just appreciating you, that's all."

Dex raised an eyebrow, though the corners of her mouth twitched like she was fighting a smile. "Uh-huh. Appreciating me."

"I am," you insisted, pressing another kiss to her thigh. This time, you lingered, letting your lips brush against her skin before pulling back.

"Mm-hmm," she said, her voice carrying a warmth that belied her teasing tone. "You keep this up, and I'm not going to finish this chapter."

"You'll live," you replied, grinning as you nestled closer, pressing your face into her stomach. The soft fabric of her shirt brushed against your cheek, and you breathed in the familiar scent of her—coffee, rain, and the faintest trace of her cologne.

Dex rolled her eyes, but her free hand drifted to your shoulder, her thumb brushing idly against your hoodie. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"You don't seem to mind," you said, the words muffled against her shirt.

"I mind plenty," she shot back, though her hand in your hair told a different story. Her fingers threaded through it again, scratching lightly at your scalp in a way that made you hum in contentment.

The rain outside grew heavier, the sound of it filling the room like a soothing melody. Solveig shifted at the end of the couch, letting out a deep, contented sigh, her tail thumping once against the cushions. You reached out to scratch behind her ears, your other hand slipping up to rest on Dex's waist.

You traced slow circles with your thumb over her side, feeling the way her body relaxed under your touch. Dex's breathing slowed, her hand stilling in your hair as she leaned her head back against the couch. For a moment, the world felt utterly still, the only sound the rain and the occasional rustle of the book in her hand.

When you kissed her stomach through the thin fabric of her shirt, she let out a quiet, almost imperceptible sigh. Her hand slid from your hair to your shoulder, her fingers curling slightly against the fabric of your hoodie.

"Okay, seriously," she murmured, setting the book aside with a soft thud. "You're killing me here."

You tilted your head up to look at her, grinning. "Killing you? That's dramatic, even for you."

Dex smirked, her hand moving to your jaw to tilt your face toward hers. "You're lucky you're cute."

Before you could reply, she leaned down, pressing her lips to yours in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, her mouth soft and warm against yours. The kiss deepened gradually, the kind of unhurried connection that made your chest tighten. Her thumb brushed against your cheek, a touch so tender it sent a quiet thrill through you.

You shifted, sitting up slightly so you could move closer to her. Your hands slid to her waist, your thumbs brushing against the bare skin beneath her shirt. Her arms looped around your shoulders, pulling you closer as her lips moved with yours in a steady, deliberate rhythm.

The kiss wasn't rushed—it was languid, sensual, and filled with the kind of affection that made you feel weightless. You could feel the warmth of her body beneath your hands, the steady beat of her heart as her fingers tangled in your hair again.

Dex pulled back just enough to rest her forehead against yours, her breath warm against your lips. Her eyes fluttered open to meet yours, and the look she gave you—soft, unguarded, and filled with love—made your heart ache in the best way.

"You're trouble," she murmured, her voice low and affectionate.

"You like it," you replied, grinning as you pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

Her lips curved into a smile, her hand sliding to your neck as she pulled you into another kiss. This one was even slower, more deliberate, as though neither of you wanted the moment to end. You let your hands wander, tracing the curve of her waist, the soft lines of her stomach, and the smooth skin of her thighs. Her body responded to your touch, leaning closer, her breathing growing slower and heavier.

Solveig let out a quiet whine from her spot at the end of the couch, nudging her nose against Dex's leg as if demanding attention. Dex broke the kiss with a laugh, her hand resting on your chest as she glanced down at the dog.

"Jealous much?" she asked, scratching behind Solveig's ears.

"Can you blame her?" you teased, brushing a strand of hair away from Dex's face. "You're kind of irresistible."

Dex rolled her eyes, though her smile lingered. "You're ridiculous."

"Ridiculously lucky," you corrected, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her forehead.

Dex sighed, leaning back against the couch as you settled against her, resting your head on her chest. Her arms wrapped around you, her touch steady and grounding as Solveig curled up beside you both, her head resting on Dex's thigh.

The three of you stayed like that, tangled together in a perfect moment of quiet. The rain continued to fall outside, but here, in the warmth of Dex's arms, everything felt peaceful and right.

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