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[spaciebabie]

You both get home around six, grateful to be out of the biting winter chill. Springtrap carries the groceries in, his strength in comparison to yours making him the designated bag holder. He grabs them in one hand, setting them gently on your counter. You take your shoes off, turning to face him.

“Hey, that wasn’t half bad! You make a pretty good shopping partner, Will,” you muse. “Sorry about the staring.”

“Can’t say I understand how automated everything has become, but otherwise it was perfectly pleasant. I’m used to staring,” he chuckles. “Plus, it’s nice to spend time with you.”

“It’s domestic,” you agree, giving him a soft smile.

Springtrap returns it as much as he can, his eyes lidded. There’s a gentle silence as you both look at one another. You lean in closer to him, allowing your eyes to travel up his chest ad to his face. Eagerly, he leans in slightly and unhinges his lower jaw.

“May I?” he asks quietly.

“Yes,” you respond, and stand up on your tiptoes to bring his face close to you.

You close your eyes, feeling the sudden warmth of his mouth as it connects with yours. This is nothing like the first time you did this with him; there isn’t a trace of awkwardness between the two of you. You kiss him tenderly, wrapping your arms around his waist. He lifts his hands to cradle your head gently.

When you separate, you both look into each other’s eyes. He isn’t pretty by any means, but you could look into those silvery eyes all day.

~~ idk how or why he would be warm but who cares heheh~~

🦟

(last one I promise lmfao)

BURNS A HOLE THROUGH YOUR HEAD