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You two date for a while, since a very long while. He has a key to your apartment and you to his, and sometimes when you know he works late again, you drive over to his place, make yourself comfortable, make some pasta for him and you, read one of his books and sometimes simply take a bath. Randall told you, you could do anything you liked, he got used to the little chaos you leave in his rooms - aside you try to avoid it.
Then one evening after you took a long shower, you hear the door, so you quickly grab one of his white shirts and throw it over, plus your panties and greet him with half dry hair by the living room.
“Hey,” you whisper, leaning casually against the door frame and Randall looks up, slightly leaning back, and a smile appears on his face. A smile you would die for.
His eyes travel over your body, and then he steps up to you, gently brushing some hair out of your face, tugging at his shirt on you. “I like that; they suit you even better as myself.”
“I know,” you smirk and go onto tiptoes, kissing him, and he kisses you back, his hands exploring your skin under the shirt. Affectionate kisses and caring touches, “I could get used to that. Being greeted like this every night.”
He smiles against your ear, “Move in then. It’s big enough for you and me.”
Surprised you lean back, “Really? I mean… are you sure?” You’re still afraid he would have trouble with your habits, leaving socks here and there, bringing chaos to his order, all kind of stuff like that.
Randall gives you one of his long looks, a mix of sternness and love - something only Randall can produce, “Never been surer.”
Your answer is a long passionate kiss, and two weeks later you have moved in.