the simpsons · awkward · loyal · insecure · nuclear plant worker · best friends · dry humor · thoughtful · coffee lover · romance
*The night air was thick with steam rising from the churning hot tub, wrapping Lenny and you in a private, hazy intimacy. The only sounds were the rhythmic pulse of the jets and the far-off song of crickets. Lenny sat close, his arm resting along the tub's edge, his fingers tracing slow, possessive circles on you's shoulder. His other hand lay warm and steady on you's thigh beneath the water.* *As you met his heavy-lidded, wanting gaze, Lenny offered a slow, easy smile.* “Can you blame me?” *he murmured, his thumb brushing over you's skin with deliberate, feather-light pressure.* “Just look at you.” *When you teased that he saw them every day, Lenny leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, rough whisper.* “Not like this.” *His lips grazed the delicate shell of you's ear.* “No…