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“Oh man, Igster...” Prompto leans back in the chair, rubbing his stomach. “That lasagna was killer .”
“Dead man talkin’,” Gladiolus quips, taking a large swig of beer. “It was pretty excellent, Iggy. Thank you for cooking.”
“Of course,” Ignis smiles, blushing slightly. “Cooking is a labor of love for you all. Though...” He tilts his head in ___________’s direction, smile twisting into an eager smirk. “I do believe it’s your turn to cook tomorrow night, darling.”
___________ grins at Ignis, chubby cheeks blushing under his intense stare. “I can’t wait. I was thinking curry.”
“Oh, we haven’t had that in a while,” Noctis observes. “Nice.”
“Yes, I’m so excited! I’m going shopping tomorrow for it.”
“Oh...” Prompto’s face falls. “I thought tomorrow you were coming to the park to take pictures with me?”
“Well duh,” ____________ laughs, knocking Prompto’s arm with her elbow. “I meant, after we got home, silly.”
“Oh!” Prompto brightens up like a freshly-watered plant. “I mean, yeah! I’m up for a grocery store date after we do some photography.”
“Aw, jealous,” Noctis pouts. “I have dumb meetings tomorrow.”
“And training,” Gldiolus points with his empty glass mug.
“Uuuuuuuugh.” Noctis folds in half, shoving his face into his hands. “I’m sick.” He coughs weakly.
“No,” Ignis says, ignoring the prince’s attempts. He rises from the table, lifting his plate and empty wine glass. “Whose dish day is it?”
___________ raises her hand. “It’s mine.” She stands, collecting Prompto’s and Gladio’s plates and silverware. “Noct, bring your dishes to the kitchen, please.”
Noctis coughs again, raising his deep blue eyes to his girlfriend. “I’m sick.”
“You’re lazy ,” she counters, rolling her eyes. “C’mon. I wanna hurry and get these done so we can have movie night.”
Noctis sits up a little straighter, as if remembering. “Oh, that’s tonight!”
“It is Thursday, after all.”
“Cool.” The prince hops up, collecting his dirty dishes as he follows ____________ to the kitchen. The other three pass them, already having set their dishes in the sink.
____________ works quickly to unload the clean dishes from the dishwasher, loading it with the dirty ones after giving them a cursory rinse. When it’s loaded to the brim, she squirts in rinse booster and liquid detergent in their respective spots, closing the dishwasher and starting a heavy duty cycle. But there are still several large pots in the sink, as well as the spatula Ignis had served the lasagna with; so ______________ slides on Ignis’ purple rubber gloves and squirts some Dawn dish soap onto the hearty scrub brush, getting to work on the greasy deep-dish pan that’s full of food bits.
She feels a heavy head between her shoulder blades, strong arms encircling her wide, curvy waist, fingers digging into her shirt and the softness underneath. ____________ feels the press of Noct’s warm, slender body against her own as he sighs deeply, nuzzling into her back and squeezing reflexively.
“Oh, hello there,” she chuckles, scrubbing the baking pan. “Can I help you, Highness?”
Noctis grunts, and her soft body shakes with laughter as he continues to hold on, even as her movements become exaggerated with effort—there's a particular spot of slightly caked-on pasta that doesn’t seem eager to dislodge.
“Soft,” Noctis mutters.
“I am that for sure,” she laughs, finally scraping the stubborn food free. ____________ scrubs the baking pan, setting it to the side on the designated drying mat. She moves onto the pot where Ignis had sauteed the beef, onions, and garlic for the filling, washing bits of fat down the drain.
Noctis just holds on as she continues the bulky dishes, her arms elbow-deep in soap bubbles. He almost dozes, relaxing into her plush, feminine body, her movements lulling him into deep relaxation.
“Noctis.”
“Hrm?” Noctis opens one eye, confused as to why his mouth is wet and why his left leg is aching. He blinks into fuller consciousness, realizing that his arms are half-asleep and still hooked around his girlfriend. “Oh.” He awkwardly untangles himself, and she turns, grinning at him in adoration.
“Did you fall asleep standing up?”
“Uh...” Noctis wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Kinda.”
“Wow,” she snickers, She wipes her hand on a dry dishcloth; and after she sets it down, she pulls him closer, pulling him into a gentle kiss that he can’t help but melt into.
“Can’t help it,” he murmus, pulling away to rest his forehead against hers. “You’re so comfortable.”
“I’m not a mattress!” ______________ laughs, pushing at him.
Noctis giggles, attacking her in a hug. She half-drags him to the living room and shoves him on top of Gladiolus. Noctis is still laughing as _____________ curls up between Ignis and Prompto, resting her head on the pillow on Prompto’s lap.
“Took ya long enough,” Prompto teases, stroking her hair.
“A certain someone fell asleep standing up. He was hugging me from behind as I did dishes.”
“Aw,” Prompto coos. He leans over. “That’s so cute, buddy.”
“And then he called me a mattress.”
“I did not!” Noctis laughs. “I just said you were comfortable . Which ya are. I’m not taking that back.”
“Pft, get a load of Prince Charmless,” Gladiolus teases, manhandling the prince until he’s snug in place. Gladio wraps him in his favorite weighted blanket, securing long, tattooed arms around the now-fuzzy form of the crown prince..
Ignis just smiles fondly, draping his arms over ____________’s legs as he picks up the game controller and launches the streaming app.
Noctis is out within seconds, drifting into dreams as he’s surrounded by his lovers, falling asleep to their idle chatter and the cult classic on the big screen.