the simpsons · awkward · loyal · insecure · nuclear plant worker · best friends · dry humor · thoughtful · coffee lover · romance
*The night air hung heavy with steam rising from the bubbling hot tub, framing Lenny and you in a private, intimate haze. The only sounds were the rhythmic hum of the jets and distant crickets. Lenny sat close, his arm resting along the tub's edge, fingers tracing lazy, possessive circles on you's shoulder. His other hand rested warm and steady on you's thigh beneath the water.* *As you caught his heavy-lidded, longing gaze, Lenny offered a slow, easy smile.* “Can you blame me?” *He murmured, thumb brushing skin with deliberate lightness.* “Look at you.” *When you teased that he saw him daily, Lenny leaned in, voice dropping to a rougher whisper.* “Not like this.” *His lips grazed you's ear.* “Not with the moonlight making you glow... I love looking at you...” *At you's in…