riley: another flash of lightning sent you diving under the covers for shelter. along with it came the roar of thunder, and you clasped your hands over your ears. you hated thunderstorms. always have, and probably always will. as you were debating coming out of your cocoon for a minute and grabbing your ipod to block out the horrendous sound of thunder, you heard a bump downstairs, which sent you jumping three feet in the air. your parents were out of town. there was another bump, and then a groan, followed by sloshy wet footsteps in your kitchen. by now, you were fairly certain that it had to be an axe murderer, so you grabbed the baseball bat you'd kept by your door, just in case, and began to creep quietly down the stairs. when you reached the kitchen, you stifled a gasp. a tall figure was in your kitchen, busying himself with a pot and some milk. great. an axe murderer was in your house, and just decided he wanted hot chocolate. well, not on your watch! raising the bat, you began to approach, but an unusually loud crack of thunder startled you and you screamed. your scream, unfortunately, alerted the figure of your presence, and he screamed too, turning as a bolt of lightning illuminated his face.
"riley?"
"oh, hey, (y/n)," your boyfriend said, and then looked at you funny. "what's with the bat?"
"i-i thought you were an axe murderer," you mumbled, looking at your feet. "what are you doing here anyways? and why didn't you knock?"
"your parents called and told me they couldn't be home tonight because of the storm, so they asked me to check on you to see if you were okay. i knew you were probably upstairs curled in a blanket, so i let myself in. i was going to bring you hot chocolate to surprise you, but i guess you heard me..."
"you weren't exactly quiet," you replied.
"yeah, i kind of slipped. twice," riley replied sheepishly. "anyway, i'm here now. riley mcdonough at your service!" he saluted you and you couldn't help but giggle.
"well, sergeant riley, thank you for coming to check on me, but i'm fine," you replied, but another crack of thunder startled you, and you jumped into his arms for comfort.
"fine, huh?" he teased, and you mumbled, 'shut up' into his chest. "tell you what, i'll finish the hot chocolate, and then stay with you until you fall asleep, okay?"
you nodded, too scared to decline, and he held you tight to his side as he stirred cocoa powder into the boiling milk. after separating it into two mugs, the two of you took residence on the couch, where you found comfort in a large blanket, and riley singing to you softly.
connor: "(y/n), it's thunderstorming!" your boyfriend came running into your apartment excitedly, sopping wet, slipping on the tile as he ran. you had been standing by the window, watching the storm blissfully, until you heard him crash.
"connor! are you okay?" you ran over, helping him up, but couldn't help but laugh. he was sprawled out on your floor, a huge grin on his face.
"i'm fine, i'm fine, come on!" he jumped up and tugged on your hand, pulling you out of your apartment, despite your growing protests.
"but it's cold!"
"i'll keep you warm!"
"we're going to get sick!"
"it'll be worth it," connor said, and turned you so that he was staring into your eyes. "i want to kiss you in the rain, (y/n)."
your heart melted instantly at the adorable expression on connor's face. he was so animated, so excited, and how could you turn down kissing him in the rain?
