Lev sits on the counter.

"You will just have to bake me lots of cookies so I eat those instead!"

Cuuuuute. 

He keeps an eye out for (her name is Edith, right? he should really know this.) 

Edith comes in a few minutes later. "Oh, hello!"

"Hi! Sorry, don't mean to be underfoot, is there a particular time when you're usually not in here and I won't be in the way?" 

"Oh, don't worry about it, it's your and Lev's kitchen, just tell me when you want to use it and I'll take an afternoon off."

O....kay. 

Do they in fact have lemons and powdered sugar and instant coffee and cream cheese, those were the only things he wasn't sure about. 

They have lemons and powdered sugar and cream cheese, but not instant coffee.

Awesome! He thanks Edith politely and takes Lev's hand and goes. 

"If we get Alex to drive we can cuddle in the back seat. --I assume you know how to drive, I don't."

"Technically I do but I don't like to and haven't done it in a while. Cuddling sounds good." 

Putting his head on Sasha's shoulder is so nice. 

(Alex is definitely watching what's going on in order to gossip about it with Edith and Shelly later.)

He pets Lev's hair and occasionally says things like "You're so cute" until they get to the grocery store, which — he'd say Lev presumably knows it better than he does but actually Lev probably doesn't when he thinks about it. 

"Actually going grocery shopping is really weird."

Rich people, he thinks, for the first time since actually meeting Lev. 

Forty minutes and a slightly excessive amount of backseat cuddling later they're home (and when did he start thinking of Lev's house as home?) 

There is no such thing as an excessive amount of backseat cuddling! There is only a normal and good amount of backseat cuddling!

It was not a bad amount of backseat cuddling but objectively it was kind of excessive. 

How about more cuddling, now that they're not in the backseat. 

Lev has not dated anybody before and has no standards for what counts as excessive.

They can do living-room-couch cuddling! And also makeouts.

They can! Being somewhere where they might be walked in on at any point is decidedly weird but it is not actually that hard to get Sasha absorbed enough in Lev's fingers in his hair that he forgets that there are other people in the house. 

"Want to"-- he nibbles Sasha's ear-- "want to go in the bedroom and try again?"

Oh that's a good place to bite. 

"Yes, please," soft and gaspy into Lev's neck. 

It requires a lot of willpower to move when Sasha is on top of him and gasping!

"Come on, let's get up."

Mmmm. He does not particularly want to get up, but bedrooms: a thing that exist. 

Between the two of them they can make it to a private space. 

As soon as they're on the bed, Lev pulls off Sasha's shirt and starts kissing and biting all around his chest.

He collapses backward on the bed, curls his fingers in Lev's hair. He's very vocal about how much he's enjoying the touch. 

Lev scratches him. "I love hearing the sounds you make."