Bound For The Floor
dogman!Leon S. Kennedy x puppy!fem reader (one shot)
Dedicated to 🍁 anon! I hope you enjoy it!! 💜 😘
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, reader is mid 20’s with Leon being older, appearances from Ark Thompson and Chris Redfield, jealous Leon, masturbation, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, knotting, biting, aftercare
looked over a smidge 🤏
Title from Bound for the Floor by Local H
It’s raining the day you’re brought home. To your new home. You’ve been chosen by a man with kind eyes to keep his other hybrid company while he works. He smells nice and he’s gentle when handling you so you’re more than amenable to joining his little family. Ark is his name, kinda funny but you think it’ll be super easy to remember since it rhymes with bark— something you’re very good at when called for (not that good pups bark a lot).
He talks to you on the drive from the adoption agency to his home, explaining his routine and describing the dogman you’ll be living with from now on as well. Ark even shows you a picture of Leon on his phone while you’re stopped at a redlight, making your tail wag in excitement at meeting the rugged looking hybrid.
In shy, halting words, you tell him about your short stint at the adoption agency. Raised with only caretakers, they finally gave you over to the agency fairly recently in the hope of finding you a forever home. You’ve experienced nothing but kindness and understanding with the outside world which might make you a little naive; however, it does nothing to dilute how happy you are at the opportunity to have your very first owner.
“Leon, we’re home!” Ark calls out into the empty foyer as he sets all of your things down on the floor.
Your eyes are comically big as you take in everything around you, nose scenting the air and picking up a delicious smell that has you drifting further into the house. A gruff hum pulls your attention to the hybrid Ark had called Leon.
You smile at him, tail wagging nonstop, “Hi!”
His lip curls in distaste but he only stares you down without saying anything.
“Leon,” Ark’s voice lilts in warning, “be nice.”
Leon rolls his eyes with a snort, but walks closer to you.
“Hello,” he grits out and your tail wags harder.
“It’s so nice to meet you,” you smile even bigger.
“Get along, okay?” Your owner ruffles your ears and you turn your bright smile to him.
Nodding, you hum in agreement. Ark shoots another stern look to Leon and walks off further into the house.
“You smell nice,” you offer up to the serious dogman in front of you, “I’ve never smelled anyone as good as you before.”
A red flush bridges his nose and cheeks as he shrugs, “Yeah, right.”
You pout, “I mean it. Can I scent you?”
His body stiffens in place as his look shifts from disbelief to sheer surprise.
“Uh, I guess—“
“Great!” You walk forward until your chests are nearly touching, “I’ve only ever done this with my litter mates, so I’m unsure on how to scent someone else.”
You can see Leon swallow as he tilts his head, “Oh? You smell like a kennel.”
You laugh, missing his gaze raking down your body, “Yeah, I’ve been waiting on our owner for a day and they keep us in a kennel so nothing happens before the adoption.”
Leon nods although you’ll come to find later that his adoption was much rougher and less pleasant than your own experience.
You lean forward and bury your nose against his neck, whimpering when you can smell him unencumbered. You breathe in freshly mown grass and a spicy musk that has your mouth watering. Snuffling against him, you don’t realize you’re rolling your hips against his.
Leon hands grip your hips but he only helps you rock yourself against him in a way that makes you whine and pant against his skin. Distantly, you feel his nose press against your neck and breathe in your own scent. He growls and you whine, tilting your head so he can nip and lick at your soft skin.
With a low growl, Leon pries himself away from you even as you chase after the pleasurable feeling coursing through your body.
“Behave, pup,” he murmurs in your ear and you let him pull away.
“Leon,” you whine at him, pawing his chest as you watch him close his eyes and take a steady breath.
“I need to go find our owner, stay here,” he walks you over to the couch and presses you down on the soft cushions.
When you go to rise as he steps back he holds his hand out.
“Stay. Be a good girl for me.”
You go hot all over, “Okay.”
His eyes darken but he turns and leaves the room, bringing Ark back after a few minutes.
“I feel hot,” you slur out, eyes pleading up at the men in front of you.
Leon stands behind Ark, stiff as a board while he watches.
“Poor thing,” Ark soothes, softly rubbing your ears, “looks like Leon may have triggered an early heat.”
You sigh as Ark gently massages your ears and temples.
“Leon, can you take the rest of her things up to her room? I’ll carry her up and we’ll let her rest,” your owner says over his shoulder and your eyes track Leon as he leaves the room.
“I want—“
“I know,” Ark sighs, “but let’s get you settled in and some meds in you. Tomorrow you’ll feel better.”
“M’kay,” you mumble, slumping into his chest as he picks you up bridal style.
You feel him set you on a soft bed and coax you to swallow some icky tasting medicine before allowing you to drift off to sleep. At some point in the night, that delicious smell from earlier seeps into your brain and has you maneuvering until your face is buried in a warm chest. A low pleased rumble makes you press the dough of your thighs together as you sink deeper into sleep.
The next morning you wake up to the door opening.
“Leon,” Ark’s voice sighs out, “I thought I told you to let her rest.”
Arms snake out to wrap around your back and pull you further into the warm body in front of you.
“I was here in case she needed something,” the dogman’s rough voice sent goosebumps skating across your skin.
Ark’s palm brushes across your ears and you giggle and turn in Leon’s arms to look up at your owner.
“Are you feeling better?” His brown eyes pinch with worry.
“Much better,” you smile, “just a little tired.”
Ark’s eyes crinkles when he smiles in relief, “Good. I’ll let you rest some more. Leon can help you if you need anything.”
Your owner ruffles first your ears then Leon’s before slipping back out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Feeling shy, you shimmy away from Leon and climb out of bed.
“Thank you for looking out for me,” you tug on a loose thread on your shirt.
He grunts in acknowledgment and you look over into his face. His blue eyes stare you down for a split second before he climbs out of bed as well.
“Yeah, well s’only the right thing to do,” he mutters, “make sure to take those meds.”
He jerks his head to the nightstand behind you and you see that Ark must have brought up medicine and water when he checked in on you.
“I will,” you nod, smiling at the grumpy dogman as he brushes his hair back, “thanks, Leon.”
“Don’t mention it,” he waves you off, following in Ark’s footsteps as he slips out of your room.
You quickly take the heat suppressants and smile to yourself. It’s nice having a friend. Crawling back into bed, you shove your face in the pillow Leon used and sigh happily. He just smells so good! Your tail thumps against the bed as you breathe in his scent more. A small whine parts your lips as your cunt grows hot and wet, clit throbbing as the smell of fresh grass and spice fill your nose.
You can’t help yourself as your fingers slip beneath the band of your underwear to tease across your slit. Panting against the pillow, you hump your fingers and let yourself pretend they were bigger and thicker. It doesn’t take long for you to cum, slick coating your hand along with the gusset of your panties. A yawn overtakes you and before you can get up to change, you fall asleep with your face buried in Leon’s scent.
After that weird welcome home, Leon pretty much keeps to himself. When Ark’s around, he’s nearby, but acts aloof and distant if you try to befriend him. You’re really bummed out, and you don’t want him to snap at you like he did at the neighbor’s hybrid, a nice boy named Steve, so you just try to be polite and stay out of his way. You’re pretty much glued to your owner’s side anyways. He smells almost as good as Leon, like fresh coffee and leaves, so you’re constantly trying to sit in his lap.
Leon always snarls his lip when he sees you snuggled up to Ark, letting him pet your ears and tail while he watches tv or reads. The first time you offered to move so Leon could get his ears rubbed, he turned his nose up and sat on the other side of the room; since then, you ignore him and happily enjoy Ark’s soft head pats.
But, every now and then, Leon does something nice that makes your heart flutter and leads you to think he likes you more than he shows. Falling asleep on the couch and then waking up in your bed, seeing your favorite food already prepared for lunch, or even simple chores being done before you get to them. Those little things have you seeking him out in thanks, but he always waves you away with a gruff word paired with a small blush on his cheekbones.
One day, you come home from your walk with Ark only to smell someone new. Your ears perk up as your owner chuckles and gestures for you to walk on into the house while he takes off his shoes. Quickly beelining to the living room where the smell is stronger (a nice blend of sandalwood and vanilla), you stop in place to see Leon laughing at something another dogman is saying.
“Oh, hello,” you give a shy wave to the two sitting on the couch.
Leon glances over at you, eyes darting from you to the hybrid next to him. The stranger gives you a wide smile, drawing your eyes to his heavily stubbled jaw.
“Hi, I’m Chris, you must be Leon’s new pup,” he grins over at the quiet dogman.
You feel a flush of warmth spread throughout your chest from his words.
“She’s not my pup,” Leon mutters under his breath, but you still hear it making your smile a little dimmer.
Chris ignores his friend and pats the spot open to his left, “Sit next to me so I can get to know you.”
You nod your head and walk a wide half circle to avoid being in Leon’s space to sit on the couch beside Chris. Quickly taking in his appearance, your tail wags when he smiles at you again.
“I’ve been meaning to come over for a while. If I’d have known Leon had such cute company, it would’ve been sooner,” he angles his head to wink at you and one of his ears tilts back.
Smiling, you shrug, “Well maybe you can visit more now. I love making new friends.”
Chris laughs and it causes your tail to thump against the couch. Unbeknownst to you, Leon tenses and elbows Chris in the ribs.
“Well, as much as I’d love to stay, I’m pretty sure my owner is looking for me by now,” Chris lumbers to his feet and you have to crane your neck to keep eye contact.
“I’ll see you to the door,” Leon stands next.
You wave while Leon practically steers Chris out of the room.
“It’s nice meeting you,” Chris calls out before rounding the corner.
“You too!” You move from the living room to watch Leon close the door behind his friend.
“He’s nice,” you offer, smiling at the dogman.
Leon grunts, “Chris is okay.”
You pause, not really understanding why Leon seems upset with you.
“If-if you want to hang out alone with him, I can ask Ark to take me for walks when he visits,” you fiddle with your shirt hem, “I don’t want to get in your way or anything.”
Leon doesn’t say anything and you nod, slipping off to your room. Your chest hurts with disappointment leading you to curl up in a ball in the center of your bed, falling into a fitful sleep. Later the snick of your door shutting has you raising your head up, eyes slowly adjusting to the figure walking to your bed.
“Leon?” Your voice rasps with sleep.
“Yeah,” he whispers, kneeling on your bed before shifting until he can lay down, pulling your back to his chest, arms encircling your waist.
You stiffen against him, confused as to what he’s doing there.
“I’m sorry,” he presses the words against your ear, “I’ve been pretty rude to you and it’s nothing you’ve done. From here on out, I’m gonna treat you better.”
You hum happily, “Thanks, Leon.”
“Can I sleep in here tonight?”
“Sure,” you yawn, sleep already tugging your eyelids closed, “‘m happy we’re friends.”
“Friends,” he laughs to himself, “right.”
Weeks go by and Leon is true to his word. He’s more friendly and hangs around you even without Ark being around. He’s also way more touchy feely to your delight. Constantly scent marking you before you leave the house on your walks, going so far as to let you borrow his clothes if Ark is taking you to the park or even out while he shops.
It makes those butterflies in your chest swarm and your heart beat fast whenever he does those kinds of things. And since he never asks for his shirts back, you wear them to bed, hands tucked into your panties as you breathe in his scent and get yourself off. You would feel a bit bad, but you see how Leon stares at you the next day—like he can smell the effect he has on you and it makes your skin buzz.
There’s no telling how long this would have gone on, but luckily for you, Ark forgot to refill your meds and he’s out for the night, leaving you and Leon home alone. You truly only meant to tease the handsome dogman, make him feel as out of sorts as you do when he’s around; however, you didn’t realize how much being off of your medicine would affect you.
Just being next to him on the couch as you watch television is making your palms sweat and your nipples hard. Trying to sit still is impossible. The more you shift around, the more uncomfortable you are until Leon’s hand comes down on your thigh like a hot brand on your skin. Whimpering, you press the dough of your thighs together, squishing his fingers in between the soft skin.
“What’s gotten into you?” His low voice rumbles through your ears making your cunt leak into your panties.
Not thinking it through, you sit up into a kneel and clamber onto his lap.
“It’s hot,” you whine, grinding yourself down onto him, “want you to make me feel better, Leon.”
“Wha—“
You swivel your hips and feel his cock thicken underneath your ass, pressing against the seam of your shorts and making your eyelashes flutter.
With a groan, Leon grabs your hips to stop them from bouncing down on his bulge.
“Sweetheart—“
His voice dips out into a low moan as you lap at a sensitive spot on his neck before licking the shell of his ear. You feel his cock twitch and kick against your clothed pussy and it makes you whine.
“B-bad girl,” he hisses, head falling back against the couch, ears flopping, “bad girl, bad p-puppy, oh fuck.”
You nip his bottom lip before messily licking into his mouth, grinding down on his thick cock as he leaks enough precum to stain his sweats.
“Puppy, stop,” he groans, “we can’t, oh god, you need your meds and Ark—“
“He’s out with friends,” you pout, rocking your hips just right so your clit rubs against the seam of your shorts sending a sharp zing through your body, “and I don’t have any more medicine.”
“You never listen,” he growls and your tail droops.
You let out a surprised squeal when Leon shifts off the couch to press you down into the floor.
“Need me to stuff your pussy, huh?” he bites your ear, making you whimper, “‘m gonna be the only one sniffing around your greedy little cunt.”
Your eyes roll back when he dry humps your pussy, grinding the thick outline of his cock right against your wet slit.
“First I wanna see if you taste as good as you smell,” he kisses you heatedly before moving down your body.
He slips your shorts off and tosses them across the living room. Leon buries his nose between your legs, sniffing across your soaked panties. The fabric sticks to your chubby pussy lips allowing Leon to lick at your clit easily.
“Oh, oh,” you moan, hands reaching down to tangle in his hair, softly rubbing over his fuzzy ears.
He grunts and laps up the slick leaking down your thighs before pushing your panties to the side to lap at your hole.
“Taste so good,” his muffled voice causes vibrations that make your toes curl, “mmm could eat your little cunt all day.”
“Leon, please,” you hump against his mouth, eyes locked on his blown out gaze.
He hums and the vibrations make your clit tingle as more slick drips onto his tongue. The thick muscle slides in and out of your hole before he licks his way back up to your clit, softly sucking the swollen bud into his mouth. Your thighs tremble as his rough sandpaper tongue swirls around your pudgy clit before sucking it gently.
“So good,” you whimper, thighs falling open as far as they can go while your tail wags, “Leon.”
He growls, tongue fucking your pussy until sloppy wet sounds fill the room. His broad hands grab underneath your knees to shove your legs up to your chest. Pulling back, you moan as he spits on your cunt quickly followed by him burying his face against your soaked pussy. His rough stubble makes you squeal and pant while he licks and sucks your pussy lips.
“So soft and wet, pup,” he grunts, pulling back to finally shed himself of the rest of his clothes.
He strokes his cock to take the edge off and your mouth waters at the precum beading at the tip. With a groan, he notches the tip against your hole and glides the fat head up to smack against your clit. He presses his hips flush against you and you whine, the feel of the blood hot skin of his cock pulsing against your pussy.
“Look how deep it’s gonna reach, pup,” his voice rumbles low in his chest, making your nipples ache.
He uses his thumb to press his tip down against your skin as your bleary eyes take in how far his cock will be inside your needy cunt.
“Oh god, Leon, s’too big,” you mewl, ears lying flat against your skull.
With a warm chuckle, he pulls his cock back to slide across your pudgy bud, grinding the head against your sensitive clit until you’re whining and dripping slick onto the carpet. His cock presses into your pussy making you moan reedily, voice breaking into a gasp.
He chuffs and gently bites the side of your neck, rocking his cock another inch into your clenching hole.
“Pussy’s just small, honey,” he coos softly, sandpaper tongue licking up to the shell of your ear, “gotta stretch her out so you can take my knot.”
Your walls clench down on his dick making his hips stutter. His eyes darken and he pulls completely out.
“How about we make it easier for this soft little cunt?”
Without letting you answer he flips you over into your hands and knees, one palm pressing down in the middle of your back and the other gripping your hip to raise your ass up. He slides in much easier in this position, bottoming out with a loud groan as you claw at the floor.
Mewling, you press your ass backwards, working more of Leon’s thick cock into your dripping pussy.
“Wan’ it,” you slur, nails digging into the plush carpet, “want your knot, Leon.”
He growls and buries his cock to the hilt inside your cunt making you cry out from the sudden stretch. Your walls clamp and pulse around his fat dick while you catch your breath.
“Good girl,” he whispers into your ear, making you shiver all over, “such a good pup for me.”
“Leon,” you whimper, pussy walls fluttering around his thick length as he slowly ruts into you.
He groans and pulls halfway out before bullying his dick back into your sopping wet hole.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he bites your shoulder, canines digging into your skin, “perfect pussy, made for me aren’t you, honey?”
“Uh huh,” you gasp out your agreement, voice not wanting to work as Leon pounds your cunt hard enough you’re getting rug burn on your knees.
He grips the base of your tail and pulls, making you scream— pussy fluttering and pulsing around his dick as your orgasm takes you both by surprise.
“Good girl,” he coos, dropping your tail to grip the fat of your ass with both hands, “so good, gripping me so tight with that little pussy, working for that knot like a good pup.”
Shuddering, your body trembles as Leon keeps thrusting his fat cock right against your g-spot as the tip kisses your cervix. Drool spills from your mouth as you heave in deep breaths.
“Want you to cum one more time, pretty girl,” he lightly spanks your ass making you whine, “one more and I’ll knot this pretty pussy til she’s nice and full. Don’t you want that? For your hot cunt to be bred til you’re stuffed to the brim?”
“Please, please, Leon,” you mumble, ass bouncing back against his thrusts, “want your knot, please, want it so bad.”
One of his hands dip below your abdomen to circle the swollen bundle of nerves coated in your slick. Your pussy clamps down on his dick as he softly teases your clit.
“Oh that’s it, right there,” he kisses your neck, tongue lapping against your sweaty skin, “can feel you getting tighter. Cum for me, let me feel it.”
As Leon keeps hammering into your pussy, his fingers circle and tease across your pudgy bud until one last thrust has your orgasm whiting out your vision. Your ears ring so loud you don’t even hear as Leon curses against your neck while he snaps his hips against your ass before burying his cock deep in your spasming pussy.
You wail when his knot locks you together, stretching your cunt even further as you feel his hot thick cum spill inside.
“So good for me,” Leon groans, hands smoothing over your sides and back, “perfect, so fucking perfect.”
You sigh gustily, body going limp as Leon continues to fill your pussy with load after load from his thick cock. He shifts until you’re both able to lay on your sides comfortably, hands petting your body gently.
“Feels nice,” you mumble, relaxing even further against him.
“Good,” he kisses the back of your head, “once I can pull out, wanna run you a bath. Gonna take care of you.”
Preening, you smile although he can’t see it, “That sounds so good.”
It’s quiet and relaxing as you bask in Leon’s soft touches and praise. As soon as he slips out of your sore cunt, he scoops you up into his arms and carries you into the bathroom. Setting you down on the edge of the tub, Leon works the taps and fills it with comfortably warm water.
Once he settles down in the basin, he maneuvers you to sit with your back to his chest. His warm hands rub at your arms and shoulders.
“Let me know if you’re sore anywhere,” he kisses your temple.
His softness is making your clit throb, loving how Leon treats you.
After he works your arms and shoulders, he shifts down to your thighs. You moan low in your throat.
“What if I’m sore here?” You bite your lip and grab one of his hands to shift it to your clit.
He chuckles causing goosebumps down your body.
“Oh? Need this fat pussy rubbed?” he slips his fingers down your slit before circling back up to your clit, “is she really sore, honey?
“So sore,” you mewl, slumping against his chest as he teases across your swollen clit.
It doesn’t take long for his rough fingers to work another orgasm from you, pussy clenching around nothing as your clit throbs underneath his fingertips.
“So fucking good,” he turns your head to kiss you messily, tongue licking into your mouth as spit drips down your chin.
Leon finishes washing you both off before helping you stand, wrapping a fuzzy towel around you before emptying the bath. Feeling extra sleepy, you don’t put up a fuss as Leon guides you into his room. Helping you slip under his covers, you sigh as Leon’s scent surrounds you.
“Goodnight,” he kisses the side of your mouth making you turn and pout your lips for a kiss.
Chuckling, he kisses you gently, running his thumb across one of your ears.
“Goodnight, Leon,” you smile sleepily, snuggling into his chest.
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Breakfast in Bed
Pairing: Tara Carpenter x fem!reader
Warnings: Sam being a bit intimidating??
Summary: (request) You wake up and decide to make Tara breakfast in bed. You and Sam have a conversation about Tara in the kitchen as you cook.
Words: 1,296
Friends Family (part two)
a/n YOU GUYS I'M SO OBSESSED WITH THEM ITS NOT FUNNY ANYMORE
You woke up slowly, feeling Tara's warmth pressing against you as you sighed contentedly. You slowly peeked your eyes open to see your girlfriend's peaceful face. Her lips were parted slightly as she breathed deeply, her face serene as she slept. You couldn't help but smile, warmth filling your chest to the point of bursting. I love her so much.
You carefully extracted yourself from her embrace and tiptoed out of the room, heading to the kitchen. 'I'll surprise her with breakfast in bed, she'll love it.' You thought with a faint smile as you padded around the center island to rummage through the fridge. You planned on making Tara her favorite omelette with cheese, tomatoes, mushrooms, and peppers along with some toast and bacon.
You quietly placed a pan on the stove, turning the burner on as you cracked four eggs into a bowl. You then begin chopping the vegetables, humming softly to yourself as you worked.
"What are you doing up so early?" A gruff voice came from behind you, causing you to flinch in surprise. You glanced over your shoulder to see a disgruntled looking Sam standing in the hallway. You offered her a small smile.
"Goodmorning. I'm just making Tara some breakfast in bed. Do you want some?" You asked as you placed some bacon in the pan to sizzle quietly. You glanced back at her when she didn't respond immediately, and you saw her giving you a strange look.
"No I'm okay, I'll just make myself some coffee." She says simply as she shuffles over to the coffee pot. You nod, not taking her demeanor too personally. Sam wasn't really a morning person.
"So what did you two do last night anyways? You guys left halfway through the movie." Sam says as she pours the coffee grounds into a filter, placing it in the machine. You glance at her, feeling a bit nervous. You didn't want to make a bad impression with Sam, she was Tara's sister. She didn't seem to like you already, but you knew she was a good person, and Tara loved her.
"Yeah, sorry about that. I have a weak stomach and don't really like gore, so Tara suggested we go to her room to watch something else. We ended up watching Legally Blond, which was nice. I am sorry if us leaving disrupted the night or made anyone uncomfortable though." You apologize hastily, glancing at Sam to gauge her reaction as you flip the bacon.
"Oh, don't apologize its okay. Nobody was particularly put out by it. Aside from Mindy being Mindy of course." Sam added the last bit in a grumble, looking slightly irritated. She sighed and rubbed her eyes, biting back a yawn.
You awkwardly turned back to your cooking, not sure what to say. The silence was awkward as Sam pulled a mug out of the cabinet, pouring her now ready coffee. You tried not to wrinkle your nose at the smell. You hated coffee, much to Tara's dismay.
"That's really nice of you, you know." Sam says after taking a sip of her probably too hot coffee. You glance up at her in surprise, not sure what she was referring to.
"What?" You ask, confusion creasing your brow as you pause whisking the eggs to look at Sam. She gestures to your cooking with the hand that isn't cradling her coffee mug.
"You making her breakfast. It's a nice thing to do." She says, her eyes drifting from the food to your face. You feel yourself growing flustered, a blush burning at your face as you squirm under your gaze. You were never good with compliments.
"Oh! Well- I mean why wouldn't I? I mean, it'll make her happy so..." You trail off, awkwardly turning away from Sam as her gaze felt all too heavy. 'Ew, why did I say that that sounds so performative.' You mentally berate yourself as you take the bacon out of the pan and pour the eggs into it.
"You know, I always thought I'd hate whoever Tara ended up dating. Like, I imagined it'd always kind of be me against them, in a way." Sam admits suddenly, sounding thoughtful. You feel anxiety burst in your chest at her words, nervously shifting your weight from one foot to the other. 'Sam hates me?'
"But with you it's not really like that I guess. I mean I know you'll always do what's best for Tara, and take care of her." Sam's tone shifts to something softer, and her words cause you to snap your gaze to her in surprise. Was Sam seriously being... vulnerable with you right now?
"You're one of the good ones (Y/n)." She says as she steps closer to you, so she can gently pat your shoulder. You stare up at her wide eyed, and you don't know if you want to laugh or cry. Sam doesn't hate you. Sam likes you. She approves of your relationship with Tara.
"Thank you." You manage to choke out, feeling a lump rising in your throat. Sam offers you a small smile before pointing at the pan.
"Don't burn your eggs." She says with a wink before giving you a final pat on the shoulder and heading to the living room. You quickly turn back to your omelette, hastily flipping it right before it crossed from overcooked to burnt. You quickly assembled the omelette and buttered the toast, plating the meal before carrying it to Tara's room along with a glass of orange juice.
You carefully entered the room, setting the plate down on the end table as you kneeled on the bed, smiling down at your sleeping girlfriend.
"Tara." You whispered, gently brushing your fingers along her shoulder. You didn't want to startle her awake, which had happened more than once when you were waking her up. Tara was a rather jumpy sleeper.
"Mm." She hummed sleepily, turning her head in your direction before slowly squinting her eyes open. She took a deep breath and smiled up at you, her hands coming to gently rest on your forearms.
"Goodmorning beautiful." You murmur, leaning down to kiss Tara's forehead. She smiled wider, her hands moving up to cup your face so she could guide your lips to hers. You kissed her gently, melting into her. her lips were slightly chapped from sleep, but they still were as plush as ever. You could kiss Tara forever.
"I made you breakfast." You mumble against her lips when you finally pull away, unable to fight a smile. You pulled back to look at her expression, and you felt your heart soar at the way she was looking at you. Her eyes were impossibly soft, her bottom lip jutting out in a minuscule pout as her eyebrows pulled together.
"Oh baby, you're so sweet, you didn't have to do that." She whispers as she sits up and sees the meal you have prepared for her. You shake your head and smile as you gently hand her the plate, unable to stop smiling.
"I'd make you breakfast in bed for the rest of my life if I could." You murmur as you sit beside her, your shoulder brushing hers slightly. She leaned further into you, her eyes welling with tears.
"Aww baby." She coos as she kisses you again, unwilling to pull away. You gently push her away with a smile.
"Eat it before it gets cold please." You plead as you gesture to the meal. She nods and begins to tuck into her food as you watching her contentedly. You couldn't help but remember what Sam had said. 'I know you'll always do what's best for Tara, and take care of her.' In that moment, you knew you would do just that.
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