A/N: Just a tiny drabble fill for the prompt: suspenders, boxes, couch, nutella. Enjoy.
"You can't ever get rid of these," Lea said.
Darren turned to see her dangling a pair of argyle-patterned suspenders and grinning like a fool. "And why's that?"
She stepped over a few of the half-unpacked boxes littering the floor to close the distance between them. "Because," she said, draping the suspenders around his neck and pulling him towards her, "they're what you were wearing the night I fell in love with you."
He leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled just far enough away that he couldn't make their lips meet, balancing herself with the ends of the suspenders, stretched taut around the column of his neck. Their noses touched and Darren shivered as her hot breath ghosted over his face, his long-lashed lids fluttering shut. He whined, just a little, and she released him, the suspenders making a loud elastic snap.
"Come on, Darren, we haven't even moved the bed in yet! I'm going to go get a Nutella sandwich, do you want anything?"
"Yes," he said, looking her up and down purposefully.
"Did you miss the part where we don't have a bed?" she asked, giggling, and headed toward the kitchen.
"But the couch is here!" Darren called suggestively.
When she turned around to see him wearing the suspenders over his Henley and pointing to the couch with raised eyebrows, she just couldn't argue.