OKAY BUT:
“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” Amy says, after they stumble through a conversation that ends with the idea of him calling her daddy in bed hovering between them. “I have–kinks.”
“Do they involve, like, filing?” Jake asks, smiling.
“It…might be heavily featured,” she admits, “but other stuff, too.”
They’re sitting facing each other in their bed; Amy reaches over to stroke her fingers through his hair, tightening her grip close to his scalp. Jake swallows hard, ducks his head for her when she tugs down lightly.
“Tell me about the other stuff,” he says.
Amy lets go of him, smooths his hair down once before she moves to her knees and shuffles forward to pull him into a hug. She presses a kiss to the side of his head, says, warmly, “I like the idea of you actually following orders, sweetheart.”
oh my god, they were roommates 