take it how you want it (take on my love) // carmuel one-shots

held in your garden gates

description: an immediate continuation of the macaroni scene, mostly a vague introspection into carla's feelings. this stemmed from me headcanoning that carla has seen star wars because of the "aren't you a little short for a slasher killer" line from the halloween ep basically being the same as princess leia's stormtrooper quote in the first movie

rating: teen

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Samuel's grinning boyishly when he pulls back and her eyes slowly drift open to look at him. He's still braced over her and his face is still cupped in her hands, and she can't help but notice that she's holding him like he's something precious.

Her eyes immediately dart down to his lips as he licks them, putting her back on solid, less frightening ground. She fully expects him to bend back down and kiss her breathless again—and she's far from complaining; while there is something inexplicably warm and fluttery in her chest at the notion of him sharing a meal he'd cooked with her, it's really horrible—but instead:

"Wanna watch a movie?"

Carla blinks, caught off-guard. "A movie?"

Her hands fall uselessly atop her own stomach as Samuel finally rights himself, nodding at her. "You know, it's like a bunch of people captured on camera, acting out the plot of a story. There's this really cool place called the cinema where you can watch them on a huge screen—"

He abruptly cuts off in a laugh as she kicks at his shoulder with her foot, clad only in a stocking. She playfully glowers at him. "Smartass."

"—but we can also watch one here, on my laptop," he finishes, resting her ankle on his shoulder and brushing his thumb above the bone. It's more than a little distracting. She isn't even sure he's aware he's doing it.

She takes a moment to observe him. His hair is a bit messy from the way her hands had been running through it, there's a mostly faded mark on his cheek where she'd hit him with the pillow, and his lips are still slightly swollen and red. He looks just on the right side of debauched, a sight that should be normal to her, but no. They didn't have sex, hadn't even come close to it. All they did was kiss.

It's the first time they've kissed without it leading to something more, the first time they've kissed just for the sake of it. Of course, there's that tug lingering in Carla's belly telling her that she's turned on, but for once, she doesn't feel the urge to carry out on it. She doesn't think she's ever made out with a boy and just left it at that, not even with Polo.

The realization disarms her. And before she's aware she's doing it, she's telling Samuel, "Okay."

He genuinely looks surprised by her answer for a moment, and she can't help the amused look she gives him. He places her leg back down and leans forward again in one motion, giving her another kiss. It's not nearly as deep as the one from before; in fact, he's getting up to go get his computer just as quick as it happened, but it still makes her stomach flip, nonetheless.

He comes back with his shitty laptop tucked underneath one arm and a stack of DVDs balanced in the other a few short minutes later. She wordlessly pushes their dishes aside to make room for him to place them down, settling back into the cushions with her knees drawn to her chest as he takes his seat beside her once more.

"I'm not sure what you like, so..." he says, shuffling through the movies. Carla's eye catches on a few commonly themed ones in particular, and she teasingly twists her lips.

"Just because I'm a girl, I have to like this corny rom-com bullshit?" She asks, nodding at the copy of A Walk to Remember staring up at her.