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A/N: HIELLOOOO I WAS ON HOLIDAY FOR A WEEK AT MY DADS HOUSE AND IM BACK FOR MORE DAILY CRAPPY ONESHOTTSSS ALSO I WAS REREADING LEGACY AND SAW ONE SCENE WHERE SOPHIE WALKED IN ON HIM SHIRTLESS (umm yeah pretty sure its page 70 smth) AND I DECIDED TO USE IT AS INSPO FOR THIS ONESHOT!! I HOPE U WONT KILL ME FOR NOOT UPDATING NOW! also i tried using an emoji for the title does it work

Keefe groaned. "Foster? I... um... what are you doing here?"

Sophie had not been prepared for this.

She had walked in expecting to ask Keefe a quick question, not to find him completely shirtless, his already-messy hair sticking up like he'd just rolled out of bed.

Or, more accurately, like he'd spent the morning swimming in the salty waves and letting his hair dry in the sun.

And ugh, the beachy look really worked for him.

Her brain stalled.

Keefe, meanwhile, was scrambling to find a tunic, his entire face burning bright red. Which was funny, because he was the one standing there half-naked, and she was the one suddenly feeling underdressed.

Even though she was literally wearing clothes.

Her red, strapped tunic top was cute, her sweatpants were comfortable, and her curls were soft in a way that should've made her feel pretty. But next to him,(A LITERAL BLOND MODEL) it wasn't enough. (dw sophie u still hot as frick)

And then Ro—who was lounging on the couch like she'd been waiting for this moment her whole life—let out a very loud snicker.

"Smooooooooooooooooooooooooooooothhhhhhhhhhhh, lord hunkyhair. Smmmmmooooooooooooooooooooootttttttthhhhhh."

Keefe groaned, still rummaging through his drawers. "ROMHILDA. SHUT UP."

Ro ignored him completely. "Y'know, if you wanna keep men on their toes, you have to—"

"Ro, no," Keefe warned.

Ro stretched, smirking. "Give them just enough attention so they think they have a chance, but not enough that they get too comfortable."

Sophie crossed her arms. "Why are we having this conversation right now?"

Keefe finally yanked a shirt/tunic over his head. "Okay! Crisis averted!"

Ro snorted. "Yeah, real smooth, Lord Stammer."

Keefe shot her a glare before turning to Sophie. And just like that, his usual confidence slid back into place.

He took a step forward, grinning down at her.

And then, before she could think, his lips were on hers.

Soft. Slow. Completely unhurried.

Her arms instinctively slid around his neck as he pulled her closer, fingers brushing against the fabric of her tunic like he never wanted to let go.

And when he finally pulled away, he leaned his forehead against hers, breath warm against her skin.

"Hi," he murmured.

Sophie barely registered the way her face heated up.

"Hi," she whispered back.

Click.

They both froze.

Keefe slowly turned his head, and Sophie didn't have to look to know who it was.

Ro was standing there, camera in hand, smirking like she'd just won the lottery.

Keefe groaned. "WHAT THE—"

Sophie let out a string of very creative curses, causing Keefe to snicker.

Ro wiggled the camera in her hand. "This is going in your wedding presentation!"

Keefe looked horrified. "Can't we just stick to the memory and not a whole picture?"

Ro grinned. "Nope. This is going in the Wedding Ballad of Mysterious Miss F and Lord Hunkyhair."

Sophie buried her face in her hands. "You could have made it a little more QUIET?"

Keefe groaned again, pointing at Ro. "Next time you take a photo, please let us finish our moment."

Ro just winked. "You'll thank me at the wedding."

A/N: TELL ME HOW MUCH U LOVE THIS ONESHOT BC I LOVED IT!! SASSY AUNTIE RO + ANNOYED TEENAGERS IS PERFECTION LOL-