featuring Cench only

trigger warnings: a little frisky

Y/N laid on the floor in her studio. Outside the booth was a small coffee table and a few couches. Past the switchboard was a clear booth. A mini couch and a few mics crowded Y/N inside. The booth was quiet as a sweet melody played from the speakers. Her tired eyes closed trying to find the spark in the music. She sat up when the music stopped.

Oakley leaned over the switchboard, "It sounds good."

Y/N blushed placing her songbook on the couch, "It's missing something."

Oakley watched her from the clear glass, "Don't think about it."

Y/N came out of the booth noticing a cup of warm tea in his hands. She took it feeling grateful, "I'm a wreck. I spent all damn day in this studio just to rot."

Oakley chuckled, "Darlin' you stress too much."

With a hand on her shoulder, he led her over to the couch. He handed her a bowl of ice cream. Y/N tilted her head, "Did you go rummaging through my freezer?"

He smiled, "Why do you think I come over here so much? You got a home studio. I don't even have that."

She licked the spoon savoring the taste of chocolate on her tongue, "Cuz you're never home."

He cleared his throat, "Don't go there, please. I just got back."

Y/N put her ice cream down with her half-drunken tea down. "I'm sorry. I'm just frustrated. The label wants this new song in a few weeks."

"I swear, you need a break. Being cooped out down here is like being in a dungeon."

"Babe, sometimes the music holds us hostage, you know this."

Oakley's hands came down to her hips squeezing gently. Y/N melted into him as he kissed her. He deepened the kiss pushing her against the couch.

Y/N enjoyed their moment together. His skin was warm to the touch. For her, his kisses were like heaven.

They jumped when her song began playing from the switchboard. Oakley groaned in annoyance, "This room is cursed."

Y/N giggled, "Maybe that's a sign I should focus."

He lifted himself from her body pulling her with him. Y/N went to the board and turned it up. She began working again to try and perfect the song. Oakley sat on the couch watching her. He smiled slightly, at least he was here with her. That's all he needed.

Author's Note:

ugh, I'm working on request but keep getting stuck

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