R5 Imagines and Preferences

Rocky and Abbie: Not Right Now

If you could do any type of sweet Rocky fluff imagine, that would be great. I've been deep in my Rocky feels lately. If you do personals, my name is Abbie!

Yes! I was like squealing writing this.

I heard a knock on my apartment door and I stirred. My eyes opened lazily, wondering who in the hell would be up this early on a Saturday. '9:52 am' Oh, so it wasn't that early. I sighed and heard the knock again. "You just won't go away will you..." I muttered. I yelled, "One sec!" And got out of bed. I went into my bathroom to throw my messy hair up into a bun and I put on leggings instead of my night shorts. I put my glasses on, not even feeling like dealing with my contact lenses yet.

"Who is it?" I mumbled. I rubbed my eye under my glasses as I heard the voice, "It's Rocky." He said. I rolled my eyes and smiled, he knows I sleep late on Saturday's. "What Rocky?" I asked him opening the door. He looked like he hadn't really slept. His hair was in a bun in the back and he leaned over against the door frame in sweat pants and a t-shirt. "Did you sleep?" I asked him. "Not a lot. Can I come in?" He asked.

"Of course," I let him in. "So what is my best friend doing over here from across the hall this morning?" "Riker had his girlfriend sleep over..." He mumbled. "Oh," I giggled. "You didn't have a good time?" "I didn't, but they sure did." He smiled sarcastically, rubbing his eyes as he sat on my couch. "Can I uh- ask you something?" He asked quickly. I furrowed my brow, "Sure?"

He looked up at me for a long time. I stood with my arms crossed and he sat on the couch, "Can I-uh, crash here tonight?" He blurted out. "Sure, love, that's fine..." I told him, "You've done it before." "Yeah," He laughed, "But that was back when I didn't live across the hallway- and I was drunk as hell." He laughed. "Oh, I remember that." I laughed, sitting down next to him.

"You couldn't even stand Rocky, how was I supposed to let you walk down the street?" I giggled. "I came and got in bed with you Abbie, how do you even deal with me?" He shook his head. "I question myself sometimes," I nudged him. "Are you just gonna hang here?" I asked him. "If that's okay." He shrugged. "That's fine..." I sighed, leaning onto his shoulder. He stiffened and I laughed, "I'm actually gonna go back to sleep, but you're perfectly welcome to sit in here and watch tv or make food or something." I told him getting up.

"Okay," He smiled at me tight lipped, "I guess I'll see you in a few hours!" "Yeah, I guess you will.." I shook my head at him. I walked back into my bedroom, looking back to find him still watching me walk away. He smiled and waved as I closed my door, giggling at his child-like actions. 'God, I love that boy.' I thought to myself.

I got settled back under my covers and smiled at the thought of my best friend in my house making himself at home. I had been wanting to ask him to move in with me for a while, I had a spare bedroom now that my roommate/his sister had moved in with her boyfriend. Now that Riker and his girlfriend were getting serious, Rocky was always coming over at random times to get away from them and anything they were doing.

The only problem with moving in with him would be the issue of my feelings for him. I had struggled with liking him for a few years in our friendship and I didn't want that to complicate things if we moved in together and somehow I got feelings for him again, which was always possible for me, because he's literal perfection. I hadn't wanted to risk our friendship, so when I finally felt like I was over him, we got closer and closer until he became my best friend in the entire world.

I opened my eyes and realized with my thoughts going through my head I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. I got up and went into my bathroom to take a shower and wash my face. I showered and put on clothes, quickly doing my hair and make up before going out into the living area. "I made breakfast!" Rocky called to me, smiling his big grin while he wore my flower print apron.

"Well, look at you... I could get used to this, maybe we should live together." I sat down on my bar stool, slowly realizing what I had just said. "Maybe we should!" Rocky exclaimed. He flipped pancakes happily and I watched him hum while the bacon sizzled and the way his arm moved when he made our scrambled eggs. 'No!' I thought to myself, my eyes widening. 'Why did I have to get those thoughts in my head earlier?' I asked myself.

'I don't like Rocky' I repeated inside my head.

'I don't like Rocky'

'I don't like Rocky'

'I don't like Rock-'

"Let's eat." He said, setting our plates down in front of us. We sat at my bar and ate next to each other. "This is really good." I told him. "Thanks babe," He said, freezing as he heard what came out of his mouth, "I meant like- um," "It's okay Rocky," I laughed, patting him on the back, 'his back muscles,'

'I don't like Rocky'

"So did you have plans today or were you going to stay home?" He asked me. "I thought I'd stay home, I just wanted to be lazy..." I shrugged, "What about you? Got plans?" "None whatsoever." He shook his head. "You can stay here with me today- if- if you want to." I offered, suddenly getting nervous.

'I don't like Rocky'

"Yeah, that'd be fun..." He said getting quieter. I looked into his eyes as his flickered from my lips up to my eyes.

'I don't like Rocky'

"Let me get our dishes!" I said, taking his plate from him. "Thanks." He told me, standing up with me. I washed the dishes and he dried them in silence, unsure of what we were gonna say next.

'I don't like Rocky'

"Look, Abbie, I need to talk to you." He said seriously. 'Oh god.' I thought, 'Oh god oh god oh god.' "Okay?" I asked him, turning to face him. "Will you- uh, will you do me a favor?" He licked his lips nervously. I looked at him skeptically and nodded my head, awaiting a response. "Ki-kiss me." He stumbled over the words. I felt my cheeks get hot, "Please Abbie, just kiss me, I've been, just," He trailed off, "I wanna know what it feels like." He sighed. I smiled softly at him and grabbed his chin with my hand, bringing it down to level with my face. I pressed my lips against his and held them there as every bundle of nerves in our bodies relaxed in connection with each other.

'I like Rocky

I backed away from him, pressing my hand to his chest, "Wait," I shook my head, "Why'd you tell me to do that- or ask me- or whatever." I crossed my arms over my chest. "Abbie, I like you, I don't know if that's painfully obvious or you're just really oblivious, but I am so so crazy about you I don't know what to do with myself." He sighed, taking out his bun and running his hands through his long, dark hair.

"Rocky- I," I shook my head, "Let's sit." I told him, leading him to the kitchen table. "Rocky, we gotta talk about this, honey," "Okay, then let's talk," He put his hands on the table, "I like you Abbie. A lot." "And I-" I trailed off, "Have struggled with feelings for you for a long time." I told him quietly. "You have?" He asked. "Yeah," I whispered. "Why didn't you ever say anything Abbie?"

"Because I was so scared to ruin our friendship and as much as I want this right now Rocky, what if this isn't supposed to be this way? What if we break up or something terrible happens and we break it off and I never see you again?" I asked him honestly. "Do you really think we'd break up?" He muttered to me in disbelief. "Well," I shrugged, "Relationships either end or end up in marriage," I stopped myself as I let marriage slip through my lips. Although spending the rest of my life with Rocky didn't sound bad at all.

"I'm just so worried about everything that could possibly go wrong in this," I shook my head, getting up. "Maybe I should take a walk." I told him, "You can stay here." "No, Abbie, no." She grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him, bringing his head down to kiss me passionately. His tongue roamed my mouth and I smelled the scent of his shampoo in his hair. He let go of me and stared at me, an intense look on his face, "Stay. Please." He said. I looked at him and touched my lips, looking him up and down, "Okay," I murmured.

He grabbed my hand and led me to my couch, our fingers intertwined with each other. It felt right. He sat down on the couch and I sat next to him. I pulled a blanket over us and rested my head on his shoulder with my hand still in his. He sighed contently, "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked. I smiled softly at the sound of his voice and looked at the movie about to start on the TV, "No, babe," I told him, "Not right now..."