Stuffy and Eluuna's 1 on 1!

She laughed, her fingers tracing his skin idly.

"I won't, I promise."

 

"I love you too, baby," she said quietly, her head fitting perfectly with the curve of his neck. "More than anything."

 

"Goodnight, Craw," she replied, pulling the blankets over them before burying her head into his chest, soothed by the gentle pulse of his heartbeat.

 

(Time skip?)

 

(Where to? Next morning or should we go somewhere else?)

 

(Zoom!)

Poppy woke up the morning of Thanksgiving, her arms wrapped around Francis' torso. She paused slightly before sitting up, the blanket falling off her.

 

She looked down at him with a small smile, rubbing his back lightly before getting out of bed, pulling her curly hair back.

 

She smiled down at him before heading to the kitchen, her bare legs cold in the morning air.

 

Poppy was careful not to make noise, getting out the ingredients she needed. She began working quietly, whisking the batter and warming the pan.

 

Their apartment was quiet, but there was the smell of something cooking in the kitchen.

 

Her back was to him, her head bent over her task. There was a strange pan on the stove, and a bowl of batter next to it, and Poppy hummed lightly under her breath.