clara "why are you booing me i'm right" oswald (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
makemeasong) wrote2022-08-09 01:01 pm
makemeasong) wrote2022-08-09 01:01 pm
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I have a little money, and I know you're going to want to say I shouldn't use it, but what if we bought a place? Together? You shouldn't have to put your life and achievements in the attic, Roy, not even for me.
[ But she does love him just that little bit more for saying it, and she leans down to kiss him softly. Her money won't get them all of the space they need, so she knows it's mostly symbolic, but she wants to. ]
The money's from after my mum died, and I never really knew what to do with it. I used a little to get on my feet when I moved here, but there's plenty left. If you think that's something you'd wanna do with me at all, this is what I wanna use it for.
[ She finishes softly, doubting herself for a second because buying a house seems like a bigger leap than moving in together. It's a big deal, and they've had some big firsts tonight. But she loves him, and why not move into a space they pick together? ]
Or your place. Your place is good, but we'll figure out something else other than the attic.
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Apparently she's been thinking about the future too because she wants to buy a house with him. With her mum's money. It would be a big life change for them, but it's not like he wasn't hoping it would happen one day. Maybe it was happening sooner than he expected, but if he was hopelessly in love with this girl, why wait?
(Fucking hell, he was probably going to ask her to marry him as soon as they moved in together at this rate.) ]
I guess there's no point telling you I probably have enough money to buy us a really fancy house and you could spend your money buying first-edition books to fill it with instead?
[ He knows her well enough by now. It wouldn't be their house if he only used his money. He's also not bragging about how much money he has - he's just stating facts as a former professional footballer and now manager. ]
It might take a while for us to find the perfect house. We should probably still live together at mine until then to make sure you can stand living with me. [ He laughs but it's actually a genuine worry of his. He's not really programmed to give someone space when he's in love with someone and living with them. Once she learns this, it might spell the end of their relationship. ]
But I think it's a fucking great idea, babe. [ He leans up, chasing her mouth for another kiss, his hands clutching her thighs. ] I'd move into a fucking shed with you tomorrow if that was your dream. [ And he'd be content too, so long as he woke up with her in his bed every morning. ] But you'd have to buy one of those garden gnomes giving you the middle finger to put in front of it. So people know I live there.
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Why don't you use the money you save to buy me all the first editions you can find for me?
[ She rubs her hands up and down his arms before nodding along to his words. ]
Also, I think that's a good idea. Will you drop me off at school in the mornings?
[ She has absolutely no qualms, apparently. No hesitation and it's because he's looking at her in that specific way that's only for her. She kisses him, again, then again when she can't help but laugh about the gnome. Falling off to her side, she props herself up on her elbow, still laughing. ]
Let's get a gnome anyway. Put it right by the mailbox.
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[ She should know he's only teasing her, a shit-eating grin on his face. ]
If you want me to. [ He strokes at her hips. ] If you don't mind me walking you to the gate for a goodbye kiss. [ He can imagine many parents gawking at them while dropping off their kids at school, mostly because of who he is, but he doesn't care because he likes the idea of kissing Clara at the school gate before wishing her a good day at work.
He laughs when she laughs, a hairy arm curling around her waist once she's facing him. ] You want a gnome? I thought you thought they were creepy. Remember that time we got drunk and you were too scared to pass that front garden full of 'em? [ He's laughing even harder at the memory. ] Fucking hell, you were adorable. [ He's never seen Clara scared of anything but that army of gnomes. ]
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[ He always gives her thoughtful gifts, but books are so personal, and she wants a section of her library to be Royβs picks. Bought with money not ear-marked for charity, of course. Then he keeps going and thereβs a heart-melting image; Roy bending down to kiss Ms. Oswald goodbye. Just the thought makes her grin. ]
Of course you can. I want you to.
[ Her eyes are half-lidded at the feel of his fingers tracing patterns on her skin, but then sheβs laughing again. ] Okay, wanker, I was drunk first of all. Second, no sane person has that many gnomes. Iβm never not gonna think that was weird, even sober. But you did protect me from the terrifying garden, I remember that. The first time you gave me a ride on your back, I think. [ She grins so hard at the memory that it makes her cheeks dimple, and she leans in close to lightly drag the tip of her nose along his. ] My hero, Roy Kent. With our house full of books and trophies and plants. Iβm adding plants. How many rooms is that so far? How many do we want?
[ A kiss is pressed to his lips, waiting on an answer after curling up against his side, one leg haphazardly falling over his. ]
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You're a lightweight. And I don't even give Phoebe piggybacks. You must be special. [ He's heard many people call him their hero, but there's something about hearing Clara say it, even teasingly, that warms his heart. He draws her leg even further over him, squeezing at her thigh. ] If you want plants, you're watering them... [ He can't see himself becoming a Plant Dad, but that's what they all say. ]
Do you want an indoor swimming pool or is that too much? [ He thinks about that for a moment before he realizes something. ] Actually, fuck that. Phoebe would be over every day.... Unless we have one but don't tell her about it. [ Would it be easy to hide a swimming pool in your house? ]
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You are now, thanks babe. You in glasses is new wank material for the nights you have to abandon me for your passion. The passion that keeps you fit...so I can't complain very much. At all.
[ Even as she says it, one hand moves over his abs. Is she objectifying him? Hell yes, but she'd be willing to bet his next paycheck he doesn't mind. He keeps drawing her closer, and Clara keeps letting him, wondering if she'll wind up right back on top of him. ]
Don't worry, no plant fatherhood for you yet. We could start with a cactus, though. When you're ready, no pressure. [ She laughs while leaning in to kiss him, letting it be silly. They've never talked about kids though; she loves having Phoebe over, but she goes home. Does she want kids? Does Roy? She's realizing she doesn't have a strong opinion against the idea, but she only needs Roy. She doesn't even feel like it's something they need to talk about. She has an IUD, and it's never been an issue. So, the thought comes and goes before she's pondering the pool idea. ]
I want an indoor pool. You said it, now I want it. And I work with kids all day, I can handle Pheobe. She can spend the night every single time you're away and then when she wants Uncle Roy time, it's far away from our pool.
[ There is a second choice, however. ]
Or, we could get a decoy pool outside that's just for Phoebe, we could put a fucking slide on it. Is that too many pools?
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Remind me to show you football videos of me ten years ago to add to your wank bank. If you think I'm fit now, you should have seen me playing for Chelsea.
[ He's not as fit as he used to be thanks to his knee, and he doesn't work out in the gym the way he used to back when he was a player, but coaching Jamie one-on-one definitely helped him maintain his abs. ]
My passion for you keeps me fit. [ He adds cheekily, and maybe he is trying to pull her on top of him again, but that's her fault for using her tongue on him. That always gets him in the mood.
The word 'fatherhood' scares Roy, though less so in the context of plants. Personally he thinks he'd be a shitty parent because he never felt love from his own, separated from them at such a young age. He thinks he'd probably let Clara down, do something to fuck up their kid the way he's always scared he's fucking up Phoebe with the worst parts of himself. The topic of children is something they ought to discuss, but probably not on the same night they've confessed their love for each other and have decided to live together. ]
We don't need a cactus. You've got me, remember? [ Her lovable prick.
He never would have thought of a decoy pool. This is why he loves her mind. ] You're a fucking genius. It's so sexy...
[ Plot twist: now he's on top of her. ]
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I don't need ten-years-ago-Roy. I need right-now-Roy. [ One leg hooks over his hip. ] And that Roy gave me plenty of material volunteering in his sister's garden. All sweaty and shirtless...a little dirty.
[ Oh yeah, she's all good on material to get off on. All of it involves Roy, and none of it includes him crying. Except maybe when she thinks back on this night later, but she was crying too, and it was a moment of love. Later, when they get around to having a conversation about kids, he'll find there's no direction he could go that would disappoint her. Spoilers, though. ]
How exactly do you plan to reward your sexy, incredibly hilarious, genius?
[ She had to add a bit of flair. ]
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You were drooling in front of my sister. You're lucky she likes you. More than me, in fact, but that's no surprise.
[ He and his sister have been close ever since Phoebe was born, though they're not the kind of siblings to share feelings. They support each other with actions rather than words. Volunteering to do her sister's garden is how he expresses his love more than throwing money at her she wouldn't accept anyway. She'll give him a wordless hug whenever he needs one. ]
Hmm... [ His fingers trace her nipples as he thinks. ] I could make you whatever you want for breakfast tomorrow. [ Cooking is one of his love languanges. ] What do you fancy?
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I happen to like you more than everyone, I hope that makes it better.
[She grins at him, then her breath hitches in the back of her throat at his touch. Damn him, for knowing exactly what he's doing, too. ]
Anything I want? Pancakes and an omelet? And coffee, obviously, fresh brewed.
[ Clara's had to start running again just because of how good Roy's food is, that hidden ability just one of the perks of taking her time to really get to know him and everything he's capable of. She loves it all, all of him, and especially that he wants to cook for her. ]