Here's my birthday present 😔 Happy birthday @aerequets (ur old now)
Twilight knew he shouldn't have let his emotions get the better of him, but it was so hard not to. Yor was so kind, trying her hardest to fit into a family that wasn't even hers– Though, he supposed now it was. They had gone through hell and back as a team, a family. "Yor.." Loid breathed out, her name bringing out a lovesick sigh. "Yor, I.."
She smiled warmly, placing her hand on his cheek, Twilight all too willing to lean into her palm, savoring the warmth she radiated, the scent of mandarins filling his nose, her lotion flashing through his mind. "I like kissing you." Yor suddenly blurted.
Twilight perked, a, definitely out of character, goofy grin crossing his lips. "Really now?"
"I–" Yor snorted, shifting her hands to cover his eyes. "Yes, I liked kissing you. I like, kissing you. You–" She giggled. "You give nice kisses, Loid."
Twilight raises his head slightly, pressing his lips against Yor's. Her hands find a comfortable hold against his flushed cheeks, Twilight melting in her hold. Her lips were so soft, meshing perfectly against his own, was that cherry he tasted?
Several more kisses were given, Twilight gazing at his beautiful, fake wife while she giggled, a deep red dusting her cheeks. 'For the misson. It was for the mission.' Twilight lied to himself.
He could only hope that this mission was to be dragged out, that Operation Strix would turn into Twilight's Retirement: Yor and Anya. Bond woofed from the kitchen, Twilight adding a mental note that Bond be kept too. He snapped to his senses when Yor caressed his cheek, Twilight softening and nuzzling into her palm, "Hey, Yor?"
"I like kissing you too."
Happy birthday @aerequets 🎉🎉 :DDD
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