DREAM come true <3

Pizza

You and Clay had just finished streaming, and the day was winding down. It was close to dinnertime. You stood up and walked to the window, it was raining. The city was grey, your windows washed by the downpour. Clay opened the deck door and stepped out pulling you with.

"This is great!" He exclaims, letting water wash over his face.
You were both completely soaked in a matter of seconds.
"Clay we are soaked!!" You tell him.

    Clay grabbed your face and kissed you. Water washing over you both, you couldn't even open your eyes. He put a hand on your back as he leaned you father into the kiss. He pulled away and wiped a hair off your forehead. You squint your eyes open to see his face. He was just looking at you. You wrapped arms around his neck and he pulled up. You were dangling from his neck off the floor, you kissed him. He crushed you in a hug before walking inside.

    You dropped down and went to go grab towels. Walking back, Clay had his shirt off and around his neck. His toned abdomen was dripping water. You reached out the towel and dried his stomach off for him, he cracked a smile as you reached his upper chest.

"Lean down let me dry your head." You look at him.
He squats down and picks you up, setting you on his shoulders. His head facing your stomach.
"Woahhh there i'm touching the ceiling!" You say placing a hand for balance above you.
"Are you going to dry me off?" Clay giggles.
You rubbed the towel over his head and blonde locks. You rustled his hair and planted a kiss on his head letting him know you were done.
"You are still wet though." Clay says looking down at you.
You pulled off your shorts and top, "I have to cook so it looks like my underwear and apron will be my only source of clothing." You smile and toss the clothes into the laundry room and grab your apron.
"Hell, well my shorts are wet too!" Clay smiles and throws them on top of yours with his shirt.
"You got an extra arpon?" He said helping you tie your apron.
"What's a chef without a sous chef?" You say pulling one out.
Clay slipped it on and tied it, "What are we making anyway?"
"Hm good question. I was thinking about homemade pizza. Your favorite." You start to grab ingredients.
"Only if I get to toss the dough!" Clay laughs.
You got to mixing and letting the yeast rise, Clay started on the homemade marinara. The dough was ready to be tossed and you called Clay over.
"I've always wanted to try this." Clay says picking it up.
He started to toss it around getting a good spin on it.
"Hey maybe you should become a pizza maker!" You say in surprise.
"Haha!" Clay was enjoying the dough soar through the air.

He took it a little too high though, and it came flopping down on your head. Before Clay couldn't stand from his laughter he grabbed his phone and took a picture of you standing there in shock with a sheet of dough on your head. Clay was crawling on the floor and you dropped onto your knees the funniness of the situation setting in. Clay scooted over to you and lifted the pizza dough off your eyes so you could see. His face was red from laughter. You pulled it the rest of the way off and lobbed into the counter. Clay pulled you into a hug back on the floor as you both continued to crack up.

    When you regained your composers, you flattened out the dough. It didn't look so bad for just being on someone's head. Clay put on the sauce, cheese, and pepperoni. You placed it in the oven and left it be.

"Jeez what a disaster." Clay says picking you up and setting you on the counter.
"I take back my statement about you being a good pizza maker." You say placing arms around his neck.
"Well these hands are good for many things, just not pizza making." He smiled.
You pinched his nose and slid off the counter, "Let's play some music shall we?"
"How about WAP? You are one hell of a certified freak miss shock collar." Clay says, smirking.
You felt heat rise to your face, blushing hard. "Suggest me a song, a serious one."
"Heather." Clay says.
"Wow I didn't take you for that kind of guy. You're not joking either?" You look at him, his demeanor changed.
"What's going on?" You walk to him and place a hand on his face.
You took his hand and sat him down on the couch. You laid him back and let him put his head in your lap.
"Clay honey, whats up?" You were a little concerned at this point.
He sighs, "Me and my ex girlfriend made pizza together."
"That's nice, was it a good relationship?" You asked.
"Well yes, and then no." He looked away for a second. "Did you ever watch the stream where it was me and George and I kept on either trying to die or kill George? I also made my own room?"
"Of course I did, I've watched every stream. I remember wondering why you were acting so rude to George." You brush a hair off his face.
"I know I treated him like trash in that stream, it was just that I had learned that my girlfriend of 1 year had cheated." He buried his head into your stomach.
"Awh baby." You stroked his head.
"It was the day after we made pizza together and she said she loved me." Clay murmured.
"Clay, if you think that I would ever do the same to you, you are out of your mind." You pull his face to look at you. "Clay I love you so much, and I mean it. I made a vow when I got cheated on that I would never do the same." You kissed Clays forehead.
"You mean it?" Clay asked.
"I swear on bubs life." You hug him.
"I love you too y/n nickname." Clay says.

You both sat there for a bit until the timer for the pizza went off. You got up and took it out of the oven. The italians would be proud if they saw it. You told Clay to pull up a movie, you put the pizza on a cutting board and sliced it. You carried it to the sofa and placed it down on the coffee table. You pulled off your arpon and threw a blanket at Clay. You handt notcided but bubs took a slice of pizza and walked off for him and Patches to share. Clay took off his apron as well, and wrapped the blanket around himself, offering an arm for you to cuddle under. You grabbed a slice and sat under his warmth. You lifted it to him and he took the first bite smiling at you.

"Nights like these" You say taking your first bite.
"I wouldn't have them any other way." Clay rests a head on yours.