No Turning Back --a Thinknoodles lemon fanfic

Dinner

A/N: I will imagine stuff to fill the info gap. Everything in here may or may not be true. I will probably have them underlined if I made it up for the story. Also, this story will have occasional cuss/curse words. Please comment if you want this to be just a short lemon or you want them to have a kid. The latter will be difficult, but I will if you want. Read, now, will ya?

"And of course, noodle on!" I stopped the recording session. I sat back in my chair, sounding happy in the video, but actually kind of depressed because I have to take jury duty tomorrow. My eyes are drifting out the window as cool Wednesday air drifts in, the orange ball of fire lowers below the horizon, casting rays of red and yellow across the Manhattan sky. I sat up, wondering what it would be like for young adults who knew me that also had jury duty the same day as me, seeing me, but not exactly in the most preferable place.

I hear Rachelle enter the room. "Hey hon. Tired?" I nod yes, slowly. "Don't worry- I made spaghetti for dinner." My eyebrows slightly elevate at the sound of one of my favorite meals.

We enter the kitchen, Kopi barking at me. "Hey girl!" I say. "How ya doing?" I take the Organix container and pour it into her bowl. She paws at some bacon on the table, so I grab it and bend down and place it on top of her food. "There."

I turn around and Rachelle is looking at me, disgusted, a grimace on her face. "Pull up your pants." I break out into a fit of laughter, but I oblige. On the granite surface of the island are two place-mats with a white round plate on each of them. The plate is full with spaghetti, and there are a handful of juicy meatballs, drowned in tomato sauce. Mozzarella cheese is sprinkled all around the meal, and I shuffle over to my bar chair (those tall ones with tiny seats), eager to devour it. I lick my lips, and take the fork.

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After I'm done eating, sauce is all over my mouth, and a noodle is even in my hair.

"Justin..." I look up. "How the crap did a noodle end up in your hair?"

I just shrug, and grin. "I dunno."

"Hey, Think, do ya want to go to central Park to see some noodlers?"

"Sure," I said- then paused. I groan in disappointment and realization. 

"What?"

"I have to edit the Think's Lab video, and I have jury duty tomorrow, and I have to get Kopi some food--"

Rachelle silenced me with a kiss. "You worry too much," she said. She kissed my collarbone, then my neck, my jawbone, then my lips. She stayed there, her hands stroking the back of my hair. It felt so...perfect. I stepped back, then slammed my lips against hers, french kissing. We walked over to our bedroom, and collapsed on the soft sheets. She kissed me again, her tongue moving across my bottom lip, asking for access. I opened my mouth slightly, and she took advantage of it. Every nook, corner, and cranny was explored. I moved my tongue against hers. I wanted to be part of her, wanting to...

...be inside of her.

I gazed into her deep brown eyes, dark and mysterious, her motives never clear. My face was hot, and apparently red, since she gave a smirk. She smelled like cherry blossoms in the spring. Her eyes were glazed with lust, and we both knew we wanted the same thing.

A/N: OH MY GOSH THE LAST 3 PARAGRAPHS GAVE ME SO MUCH FEELS!! I am pretty inexperienced at lemons, but I'll try. Noodle on!