Monthly Bonus Content #2— 'Gold, Indoor, Socks' (Nate Autumn Scenario Special)

(Mishka has had an emergency with her bunnies, and didn't have a chance to finish the scenario for Adam/Ava today, so we've re-scheduled Nate's/Nat's for today - fingers crossed the buns are ok!)

Outside, the gold days of autumn are washed out by a downpour. Rain hammers on the tiled roof, pattering echoes of it reaching all the way down to the ground floor.

The utility smells of soap and linen. It’s like being in a room specifically designed to make you drowsy, as the soft hum of the drier lulls me into a sense of comfort, and the aroma of the laundry wraps me up like I’m embedded in the soft clothing itself.

The company certainly helps too.

Nate sorts through a basket of washed clothing, placing it to one side as he grabs another basket and begins loading the washer.

“So, what did you think of my idea for the gardens?” Nate asks again, my head fogged by his presence as well as the cosy space.

“Hm?” I blink through the mist over my mind and nod. “It’s good. I’m not sure Farah will like it, but it’s worth a shot at asking.”

He purses his lips, grasping a sock in one hand as he rifles through the basket in search of the other. “Perhaps.” He groans as his search proves fruitless.

I bend down, retrieving the escapee garment from where it had fallen out beside him. It’s thick and soft.

I almost scoff a breath. Of course, even his socks are expensive.

“Here.”

He looks at me, both of us crouched, and he smiles with such warmth that I almost fall backwards at the heart-stopping sight of it. “Thank you.” He leans in and pecks a kiss to my lips, further adding to the feeling.

We both stand, and I lean against the countertop, my arms folded, leaning back as I watch Nate with close examination.

It’s hard not to watch Nate anytime he’s in the room, but right now catches me by surprise.

“This is all…very domestic,” I announce.

He chuckles, glancing at me over his shoulder. “Even vampires need clean socks.”

“Yes, but I meant us. This is all very normal. Very homely.”

After closing the lid to the washer, he turns around, tilting his head at me. “Is that bad? Not every moment of every day can be filled with excitement.”

“No, not bad at all.” I chew at my lip, hesitating on my next words. “I’ve just never really reached a level with anyone before where things are so—”

He leans close, resting a hand either side of me on the countertop. “Natural?”

I tilt forward. Our lips are almost touching, and the temptation of them fogs up my mind worse than the heat of the room.

“Exactly.”

“Well.” He leans in to press his lips in a lingering kiss on the curve between my jaw and throat. “The weather outside doesn’t exactly make it conducive to doing anything fun outdoors.” His lips trail up to kiss the corner of my lips, drawing a sigh from me. “So how do you want to make this day indoors less domestic?”

I run my fingers into his hair, encouraging some waves of it loose from the knot he’s tied it into at the base of his neck. “Oh, so now you’re saying domestic is bad?” I tease.

His hands trace the outside of my thighs, gripping them a little firmer suddenly. “I’m saying,” he kisses me, sucking on my lower lip before pulling away, “I’ll gladly add some excitement to the day.”

I draw him in close, offering a returning kiss with a fervour that makes him rock against me with a moan.

When I draw away, I smile against his lips. “I don’t need excitement, Nate.” I hold his deep brown gaze as he seems to search for something in my own. “I only need you.”

He swallows hard, his fingers tracing upwards until his arms wrap around my middle. He hugs me close in an unexpected embrace, one that I’m happy to fall into, returning it immediately.

But when I hear a muttered, “I don’t deserve you…” from him, the words echo inside of me like beads of worry slipping through my veins.