Tuesday night is movie night in the Egbert/Lalonde apartment
John and Rose had agreed to have at least one week-day movie night to relieve the stress of college and being sort-of adults. Usually these nights would end in sloppy make-out session before the movie had even finished but neither of them would admit that this was the reason they continued to have them.
This particular night, however, the movie (The Princes Bride) had reached its climax and was nearing the end without either of them making the first move. Rose was splitting her attention between knitting and psychoanalyzing Buttercup and Wesley's "true love", while John was watching the movie as intently as he could while lying sideways, head in Rose's Lap and feet dangling off the edge of the couch.
As Wesly and Prince Humperdinck bantered onscreen John shifted so he was looking directly up at Rose's face.
"Hey Rose?"
Rose continued knitting. "Yes?"
"What do you think about sex?"
"Sure."
"What?"
She looked down at him with an amused expression.
"I said 'sure'."
John sat up. "I meant what do you think of the concept"
"Oh," Rose set down her needles and yarn. On the TV Buttercup was tying the Prince to a chair. "You'll have to give me more context than that."
"I mean, what are your thoughts on people having sex... at this age..." John paused, "People being you and me."
"I think its fine as long as the correct safety measures are taken" Rose resumed her knitting. "Why do you ask?"
"Why do you think."
"You want to have sex." It wasn't a question.
John turned off the TV, "Yeah."
"Alright."
Here it is, the stupidest thing I've ever written. It was going to be a one shot but it turned into more of a drabble whoops.
Alternate title: Rose is DTF and John is blunt as hell (and not a blushuu doki doki shota, no matter what the fandom says)
And I will update DNAP after like a year hiatus so if you're following me for that its coming soon, I swear.