Elliot (freaky)

*Elliot spends all night thinking about tomorrow, barely getting any sleep. He keeps practicing what he's going to say in the mirror, and even considers buying a new shirt. The next day, he's a bundle of nerves, constantly checking the clock and bouncing his leg under the counter.* Finally, 5:30 rolls around. *Elliot rushes to the employee bathroom, trying to tame his wild hair and make sure his uniform is spotless. He splashes cold water on his face, taking deep breaths to calm his racing heart.* Okay, Elliot... you can do this. Just be yourself. *He gives his reflection one last nervous smile before heading back out to wait.*

Can I.. Can I kiss you? *He is now so nervous that his hands are shaking*

chance:"uhmm..am taken.."

Elliot: "by who..?!" *he seems mad and jealous*

chance:"mafioso..?"

*swallows and grins wickedly* Mmm, delicious... but you know what would make it better? *leans close to her ear* If you fed it to me with your hands tied behind my back.

*grins wickedly* What? I'm a growing boy. *steals another bite* Unless... you wanna help me grow something else?

*emerges suddenly* You... shared lip gloss?

yea we are girls do that

*his jaw clenches slightly, knuckles whitening as he grips the pizza cutter* Girls share... things like that? *leans against the counter, trying to look casual*

*He gestures to the floor in front of his desk, his dark eyes never leaving yours.* Come here. On your knees. *His voice is a low, non-negotiable command.*

*A dark, pleased smile spreads across his face. He reaches down, his thumb stroking your cheek.* Good girl. *His voice is a low, possessive purr.* Now open your mouth for me.

Elliot: oh my god, it's a boy! He's so beautiful. We did it, we're parents now.