ghoap/darling

during the in-between of their relationship when they were together but not "official"

“What… is that cake?”

A giant chocolate cake is sitting on the kitchen counter, its box half folded open like an unwrapped present. It’s covered in front, roses piped across the top, decorative swirls looped around the entire thing.

You wrack your brain, panic churning in the pit of your stomach. Did you miss something? An occasion?

Johnny’s mouth does that thing where he looks like he’s holding in some kind of a secret, a kid on Christmas too excited to give his first gift. A swallowed smile. Simon’s palm covers your nape, thumb digging into the tendons there, firm but still gentle.

“It’s for you darling.”

“For… why?” Johnny shrugs, hands finding your hips. He’s warm and  you curl forward instinctively, placing your cheek to his chest.

“Ye like chocolate cake.” Well, true. But still…

Simon cuts into it with one of the giant kitchen knives, revealing seven  rich layers, ganache and buttercream immediately making your mouth water.

“I do, but… what’s it for?”

“For you,” Simon pulls a piece free and places it on a plate, “for us.” Johnny pats the counter, and as if you don’t understand the intention, Simon points. “Up.” He pulls the plate out of your reach, and you huff.

“I thought it was for me.”

“It is.” Johnny stabs a large bite with his fork,.

“Open.” You do. It’s instinct. They’ll take care of you. They know what you need.

First bite is unreal. It’s everything it seems, delicious, sweet, decadent. You close your eyes, groaning as Johnny leans in and kisses the corner of your lips.

“Good?”

“Amazing. More?” You open your mouth again, and Simon chuckles.

“Greedy girl.” The next bite smears a little bit of frosting on your bottom lip, and his thumb darts out to wipe it, dragging it into your mouth. “Suck.” Your tongue swirls, Johnny’s eyes heat, Simon’s stay neutral.

“So… what is the cake for?” You can’t help but be nosy.

“What’s today?” Johnny scoops another bite, smaller this time, and you tense. Shit… you did miss something, what was it? What- “It’s not a test, darling.” Johnny sees your panic, and soothes it effortlessly. You nod.

“I don’t…. I don’t know?”

“It’s the second.”

“Yup.” You know that at least.

“What happens on the third?” Uh… You look between them, thoroughly confused. Simon takes pity on you.

“Your period, sweet girl. Your period starts on the fifth. On the third, you’re tired and sulky. And talking about chocolate, sometimes in your sleep.” Oh.  Your mouth opens in surprise.

“You… bought me a cake… because I’m about to start my period.” Johnny nods, swiping a finger in the dense icing and you instinctively close your lips around it, his own lifting in a smirk.

“Suck harder, darling.” He kisses your temple, and a swell of emotion surges in your heart, tears starting to sting your eyes.

“It’s so n-nice.” It’s embarrassing, how easily you fall apart on them, all the time, but Simon tells you again and again, he loves your tears. He wants more of them. “You- you didn’t have to.’

“We know.” His big hand holds yours. “We wanted to.” You sniffle and nod, clinging to both of them, chocolate cake momentarily forgotten as you fall  into their warmth, their comfort.

“We like spoiling ye,” Johnny’s mouth is still hot on your skin, and you press closer, trying to disappear in your arms. The world is dark and quiet here, it’s easier. It’s safe.

They don’t say anything, but Simon shifts you, pulling you down from the counter and into the bedroom silently, while Johnny follows with the plate.

“What’re we doing?” You mumble as Simon kneels at where your feet dangle over the bed, pulling your shoes and socks on. They both crawl in beside you, tuck you tight. Johnny feeds you another bite. Simon kneads at one of the knots in your shoulder. They both look down at you with something in their eyes, something that looks like love. Johnny’s face splits into a grin, and presses another icing covered finger to your lips.

“We’re eating cake in bed, darling.”