Demo Chapter - His POV - Midnight Snacks

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Currently drafting a couple of chapters, but need help with some scenes, so any help is appreciated!!
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Main notes
Characters: Jakob (32M) and Elana (22F)
(Ages may change, but that's TBD)
Story centers around a confusing relationship between Jakob and Elana, since Elana takes Jakob for herself and keeps him in her apartment.
All drafts/demos are entirely fictional and are not accosted with any events or person in real life.
Anything similar is purely coincidence.
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This is an inspiration from a TT audio where the girlfriend wants to go to the grocery store past midnight and the boyfriend begrudgingly takes her.
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For whatever reason, Elana starts shifting and tossing while in my arms. I can’t tell if it’s because she’s restless or if she’s having another nightmare, so I sit up and hold her shoulder to apply pressure to help her relax. “What’s wrong, bunny? You can’t sleep?” She starts blinking and rubs her eyes, arching her back the way she did when I was fucking her the other day.
“No, I can’t. I’m having cravings, so I can’t sleep.” I stare in slight disbelief and pick up her alarm clock. Five minutes past midnight. “Okay, what kind of cravings are you having tonight?” “I want ice cream, Jakey.” Jakey? Since when did she- Nevermind, that’s not important. “Bunny, I don’t think you have ice cream in the fridge. Plus, all the stores are closed. Can you wait until tomorrow and we can go to an ice cream shoppe?” Elana sits up and starts to give me puppy eyes, her tits pressed together with her head tilt to the side and her bottom lip quivering slightly.
“Nooo, don’t give me that face. You know we can’t go out. No one knows I’m gone and we don’t want you in trouble.” Elana scoots closer and takes my hand and places it on her cheek, causing my thumb to stroke her face and she nuzzles. “But, I want ice cream. Pretty please?” “Where would we even get your ice cream, bunny? There isn’t a store that closes late for midnight cravings.”
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There’s a store that’s opened for her midnight cravings. And it’s a 10 minute walk from the apartment. Fuck me. “C’mon, bub!” Elana practically drags me into the store, her bunny slippers flopping with every step like they’re helping her strive with determination in her pink silk pajamas and my hoodie. She looks fucking adorable, her hair bouncing with each step and her eyes shining as she reaches our destination. I’m thankful to have snatched a basket at the front as Elana starts packing three different pints of strawberry, mint chocolate chip, and… coffee? “I didn’t know there was a caffeinated ice cream, bunny.” Her reaction was a mixture of confused and shocked. Clearly, she didn’t knew some basic things about me other than my criminal records and history. “It’s not caffeinated, it just tastes like coffee. Actually, I wanted to try this thing my coworker showed me! She takes a bit of ice cream out of the pint and fills it up with coffee and it’s supposed to taste sooo good! Let’s try it!”
She didn’t even give me a chance to respond before grabbing my hand and skipping to the coffee pods. Isn’t this what people in a relationship do? What… even are we now? “You want cake too?” I’m brought back to focus and see she stopped by a fridge of cakes. I look back at her, slightly tugging on my mask to speak. “Bunny, I want sleep.” Doe eyes and head tilt. Fuck me. “I think you want cake. Chocolate?” This woman, this incredible, scary, adorable, sexy woman is going to be my death.
“Mousse. With the chocolate pieces or stick-thingies.” She pauses mid-grab and looks at me. “I didn’t take you for a tuxedo mousse guy, but it’s my favorite. Is it yours?” “Yeah, I…liked the look and taste.” “Yeah! I love the wafer stick that they come with sometimes! You can use it to play the chicken game.” Now it’s my turn to be confused. “The chicken game?” She begins to explain more about her past as we start checking out our items. Turns out it was a game she used to play with her friends while sneaking off from her parents house parties. Her friends took turns in biting one end of the stick and it’s supposedly a test of reaction. “We never found out what happens if no one broke the stick and I never personally tried it cause we kept getting found and running away from our parents’ friends.” There’s so much about this woman that I have yet to learn, but I cherish the times she’s been open to letting me in.
Despite the past few months of being her supposed captive and with her confrontation with her asshole of an ex, I’d be more than honored to hear her say I’m hers.

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That sounds so sexy ! Damn good job