🕯 A Night of Romance 🕯 (F4M) (Gentle Girlfriend) (Cooking Together) (Candles & Music) (Flirty & Wholesome)

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I have wine in my hand and sweatpants on my butt. It is indeed a good evening. Hello.

Good day? Bad day? I'll take okay.

I'm glad you're here. Because I need your help. It's very serious.

What are we having? Food? Energy? Fuel? What are we consuming? I can't decide.

I need your higher powers of wisdom and decision-making. Help me, I'm indecisive. No.

That sounds fun, it's just. .. Takeout three times this week might be a little excessive.

I'm sorry. We need nutrients, vegetables, and to actually use our kitchen. Because it's beautiful.

And we need to justify the beauty and use it for the purpose it was meant. Please. Close.

Come on. We can make it fun. I promise.

Cross my heart and hope to get you to agree with me. I love you. My good ma'am.

We have alcohol and PJs. We can make this painless. Oh.

I just washed yours, they're fresh and folded. And on the bed waiting for you. Tis a pleasure to spoil.

So. .. Yes? Yes? Yes.

You still love me? You will again. I have faith in the power of food.

So. What shall we make? On my way, of course, I mean I will watch and you will do.

But I'm so good at managing. Okay, easy. But tasty, got it.

Let's see. Tasty, but easy. Tasty, but easy.

How about. .. Tacos? Chili? Salad? Well, we know we won't burn it.

Okay, okay. What about. ..

Spaghetti and meatballs? Oh, yeah. Easy, tasty, and we can reenact Lady and the Tramp.

I promise I won't sing. I have candles, we have a table, I can put on some music. What do you say? You feel like a little romance? You get the pasta, I'll boil the water.

Okay. Oh, my God. Herbs? Meat? Seasoning? We are officially not completely incapable.

Did I mention that I love your cooking? I've always supported your culinary talents. So, on that note, may I please have a very, very, very respectable serving? Mmm, more respectable.

Even more. You know what? You might just want to hand me the ladle.

Thank you. I'll serve. You light the candles.

Okay, pasta, sauce, meatballs. Parmesan or no? You don't know what you're missing.

Smells disgusting, tastes delicious. I'm a believer. Okay, here you go.

More alcohol, sir? He has some sense. Cheers.

Bon appétit. I don't know any Italian. I know bon appétit, I need no more French.

I know bon appétit, I need no more French. Oh, my God. If I wasn't already with you, this would have sealed the deal.

It's beautiful. To you and your cooking. Please, I boiled the water.

I was the brain, you the skill and effort. Together we make a semi-competent human being. You like? Me too.

I like this too. I know. Making the most of it.

Did I mention that I love you? Well, here I go again. I love you.

Almost as much as this food. You have no one to blame but yourself. Speaking of which, more garlic bread, please.

I plan on sleeping for at least eight hours tonight. I need my strength. And before that, I might even try an intense cuddling session.

Want? Only if I have the energy, of course. More, please.

Eight hours later. Tired. Oh, no.

Nothing really takes it out of you. Especially when you eat that much. Almost good, though.

Very good. So good, I will do the dishes. Yes, but I will very diligently and bravely load them into the dishwasher.

It's very hard and strenuous work. You're welcome. Thank you for the food.

Now, how about that cuddling session? Over here. You like the music? Generic dinner playlist at its finest.

I'm just letting you know, there's a very good chance I'm going to pass out pretty soon. The power of carbs, my friend. It's compliments to you.

Not only a good cook, but an excellent hugger. Did I say good? I meant great.

Amazing. Wonderful. I'm so proud of you.

Did I say good? I meant great. Amazing.

Wonderful. Just like you. Yeah, but you love to be buttered up.

So, fall asleep here and then wake up disoriented?