You smooch his cheek right back, bringing one of your hands up to turn his head and plant a solid kiss right on his lips. Cheeks aren’t enough man, unless they’re buttcheeks. Then it’s cool. Mmm buttcheeks.
You grunt as he nudges you, yeah, you got it, he wants you to set the table.
You steal one last kiss, before releasing him and backing off. It doesn’t take you long to get out the dishes and soup bowls, and you place them both neatly on the table, along with two forks, two knives, two spoons, and of course, two glasses. You get some milk from the fridge too.
When you’re done, you pull out John’s chair, bowing and motioning him to sit down, before you get to your own. Hey, he did make the food, the least thing you could do was to treat him right.
You thank him and seat yourself down, pulling him down to give him another smooch and a wink. Dave’s lips are really soft, like… fresh towels or some other metaphor. You weren’t good at thinking up of metaphors. You’re kinda super hungry so you tuck in even before Dave has sat down.
Once you’re done you lean back in your chair and rub your tummy, now fully sated. You watch Dave eat, as he picks out the food and puts it in his mouth daintily. He doesn’t catch you staring though, so you watch him for awhile.
Wow, you’re pretty weird.
You sip at a cup of milk like a child, still looking at Dave through the glass. You drink the sight of Dave in your own home greedily. You hope he doesn’t leave you. You don’t want him to leave. That’d make you pretty sad actually.
Both of you are silent throughout the entire meal, so you clear your throat and make an attempt to start a conversation. Wow you never knew it’d be awkward around Dave.
You’re at completely peace, smiling to yourself with closed eyes. Right now you’re just so happy with the situation, being with John without any worries, no schedules and no plans, not in this moment. Right now it’s just you and him forever and wow you’re getting kinda cheesy here but you don’t even mind. When he kisses your cheek so sweetly, almost as if he was afraid you’d just disapear if he pressed too hard, you look over at him, smile still intact.
Man, you were getting kinda horny. Hungry. Oh my god. You meant hungry.
Almost blushing at your own train of thought, you just lay there for a while, listening to John as he gets out all the stuff he needs, but you grow tired of it and climb down the ladder, and just sort of walk up behind him and wrap your arms around him, resting your neck on his shoulder. “What’s cooking, good looking?” you say, chuckling.
You smile to yourself when Dave comes up behind you, and you turn your head to smooch him on the cheek. You hum softly under your breath and move back a little as the oil sizzles.
“It’s never too late for bacon is it? Hahaha sorry, it’s all I have right now. Haven’t been shopping, oops.”
You nudge him gently with your elbow, motioning for him to prepare the table. You spoon out some leftover soup from the night before and pop it in the microwave, wiping your hands off on your frilly apron. Smiling to yourself, you think you’ve done a good job, but not perfect.
Ah yes. You thought sitting on the floor with John and having him caress your totally not lame pink hair, which really needed a re-dye soon, was nice, but this is even better.
Cuddles. You haven’t actually gotten a lot of cuddles from john. It was that one time on the floor at the clinic, but he had to leave again before you even got past like ten minutes, and it was that time after the bro incident but that was…pretty much it.
Sighing happily and smiling at him, you close your eyes and lean closer, as close as you can get. You’re sqeezing him pretty hard still, and you keep planting kisses wherever you can.
It’s peaceful and quite, and just perfect. His bedding smells like vanilla and cupcakes and apple pies and just John, and his hair smells even better pressed up against your chin and it’s just so soft and you thread your fingers throught it and just softly and carefully caress him and you just can’t stop smiling.
You don’t even feel like you need to say anything. The silence you both share is not at all uncomfortable, and the soft sighs and sounds of the sheets moving underneath you, just feel right.
You probably smell gross because you spent the second half of your shift in the kitchen frying eggs and sausages, but you don’t think Dave minds, and honestly neither do you.
You’re both silent and you figure that Dave is probably tired or something. You kiss his cheek and smile up at him with your blue eyes, squeezing his middle slightly. You detach yourself from Dave, albeit a little unwillingly and stretch.
Time to be a good host like your father taught you to be!
"Are you hungry?"
You’re already making your way down to the little kitchen downstairs and getting out basic stuff to cook.
You hope you please Dave with your mediocre cooking skills compared to his.
This is nice. John is holding you, his hand on your cheek (you lean into the touch), and his other in your hair, and it’s just so nice. He’s not mad at you. You’ve made a lot of mistakes, you’ve done a lot of things you shouldn’t have done, and you’ve upset him more than just a few times, but he’s not mad at you, no, in fact he’s kissing you again and you’re just too happy to even try and wipe away your tears and the kiss gets both of your faces really wet but you don’t even care because holy shit it’s John, /john/, and neither of you have to go get a shift at work or have any plans and you’re going to see him every day and holy shit when he helps you up and carry your bags you just cry even more.
You’re both upstairs now, and he’s rambling. He’s telling you how much he’s missed you and that he’s so happy he hurts but you can’t even listen. You just sort of, stand there, smiling and crying and looking at him. He was so perfect and so John and this isn’t the time for talking at all so you just walk right on over to him and pull him down with you on his bed and just make the fuck out with him for a while, not letting him even get used to it before you pull back and hide your face in his shoulder and just finally talk.
“Holy shit John, I love you so much jesus Christ I love you let’s just stay like this forever ok I love you.”
You stumble slightly when he pulls you with him to your bed, and you huff when the top of your head nearly collides with the shelf right above you. You don’t protest to the makeouts though, and the room is quiet, filled with sighs and quiet breathing as the two of you kiss.
When he stops, you laugh at his appearance and you wipe his tears away with your thumb, kissing him simply and smiling. You lean closer to him, rolling over sideways and pulling him with you so you can cuddle. You tuck your head under his chin and give him kisses on his neck, your hands curling into his waist and your legs tangled together.
You nuzzle into his neck when he tells you he loves you, trying to get as close to him as possible.
"Of course. Anything for you, king doofus." you tease him, but you’re laughing softly under your breath.
Ok so, you’ve been standing here for a while now. You weren’t sure if the cafe was even open or what was going on, and to be honest you couldn’t even build up the courage to look inside either because holy shit what if you saw John you’d probably just collapse right on the spot and start crying. And that would be a bit more than just slightly embarrassing. In fact it would be really fucking lame and uncool and bro would probably laugh his ass off if he saw it.
Finally, after having dicked around on tumblr for a bit, reblogging food and talking way too much in the tags, the door finally opens and holy shit. You look up and there he is.
His hair is messed up and his clothes are so filthy and dirty after work and his apron is literally filled up with flour and coffee spots and cake batter and he’s the most precious thing you’ve ever seen and holy shit he looks awful and you love him.
You almost start crying as you smile wide at him, nodding and taking his hand to follow. And when he knocks you over and you’re both on the floor, and he’s kissing you and hugging you and crying against your face you really can’t help but just crying yourself.
You wrap him up into the tightest hug you could ever fucking give and you just, squeeze the shit out of him and kiss him wherever you can reach, not even caring that his friend is looking and you just kind of. “Hey.”
You give him a smile through the tears that are still streaming down your face and you sit up, pulling Dave up with you. You reach out to kind of cup his cheek and you caress his hair and you just take in the image of the person in front of you that is so very Dave.
Sniffing, you don’t even bother with trying to stop crying but you make the effort to clean away your tears. You lean forward and hug him tightly again, sighing happily in his ear, your breath tickling his skin.
You laugh when he greets you awkwardly, his hands still around your lean frame and you kiss him again.
"Hello to you too."
You stand and brush yourself off, helping Dave up and giving a sheepish grin to your colleagues. You help Dave carry his bags, doing a weird kind of walk towards the door behind the counter. Making your way up the stairs, you finally reach your home and plop Dave’s bags on the floor unceremoniously and turn to face him.
"Can’t believe you’re here! I missed you so much it hurt. It’s kind of hurting right now actually in a good way because I’m happy and my heart is just kind of being crazy fast right now."
Your name is Dave Strider and your head is practically in the toilet.
You’re sitting on your knees at the floor, bent over it, and you’re thinking.
You’ve been thinking so much that you actually fucking threw up I mean holy shit. Your bags are packed and outside room number 9, the place you’ve spent most of these last few months in. You feel kinda bad for leaving John waiting for so long but holy shit, now that the time has actually come you’re just so excited and nervous and skdjnfsdkjfnsf where do you even put yourself like dang.
After a while, you finally get up, knees wobbly and face red. Jesus Christ Dave.
You take your time to drink a glass of water and brush your teeth, considering that you’re probably going to make out a lot tonight and you don’t want the only thing for John to taste to be puke. Luckily, you have this cupcake flavoured toothpast thing you bought forever ago and wait shit john doesn’t like cupcakes way to go, best boyfriend.
Ok you know what, you’re just gonna man up and leave already. You go to pick up your bags, making sure that the super kawaii if you dare say so yourself decora iphone case you made for john is safely placed and won’t break. Man does John even have an iphone, whatever.
Holy fucking shit you’re here.
You’re standing outside John’s apartment, and you’re fucking here.
Cluthing onto your bags, you take a deep, shaky breath, and finally gain up the courage to knock at the door to the cafe. You don’t even know how to get to john’s place tho like jesus shit do you go through the cafe or what, this door should do it.
You’re excited because your boyfriend is coming over, not just for a short visit, but he’s going to live with you for the rest of your life. At least, that’s what you hope will happen!
You spend your morning just like any other, bustling around the house and cleaning up. Contemplating whether or not to go to work that day, you shrug and pull on an apron just before making your way downstairs to the already crowded cafe. You grin widely at Karkat (you get flipped off for that, but there’s a smile in there somewhere, probably.) and pull on your skates to take orders from the customers with a smile.
Sometime in the afternoon when the morning batch of regulars at the cafe clear out, there’s a knock on the floor. You and a friend glance at each other and laugh because who knocks on a cafe door? You’re still laughing over your shoulder when you clean off the grease on your hands and stride over to open the door with a flourish, making a big deal out of it and bowing. This earns another short bout of laughter from your friend before you realize who’s standing outside.
holy shit dave’s here and you look disheveled and there’s probably oil everywhere on your body and you berate yourself for even coming to work today-
You stop your train of thoughts and straighten up, giving a cough and keeping up the charade.
"Welcome to the cafe, sir! Please follow me and take a seat."
You throw a wink in there somewhere, but when he moves to follow you, you literally bowl him over with a tight hug and a chaste kiss and why is your face wet what’s happening it’s a good thing there’s no one in the cafe right now and shit you’re crying.
Your name is John Egbert and you’re crying in happiness.