Could you possibly write a fic about the background of Sanders anniversary post? The pictures of them in the shopping trolley
Can you write about sobbe’s 6 month anniversary please. :)
“My artist…always planning things ahead…” Robbe whispers carelessly and Sander looks at him, at his lips, leaving a gentle kiss there, showing Robbe his instagram post one more time before posting it.
“You like it?” His boyfriend barely looks at his phone for a moment, he’s much more interested in coming closer, one leg on each side of Sander, one arm around his waist and the other up on his hair, slowly getting attached to his back every time he snuggles closer.
“Yes…” Sander smiles and lifts his eyebrows and posts the pictures they took months ago, letting his phone slip out of his hands, nuzzling against Robbe’s jaw, making him look up and smile.
“You didn’t even look, Robbe.” Sander states, Robbe has barely looked at him today, very focused on looking up, his hand constantly touching Sander’s hair, playing with it.
“What?! I looked! I was there when Jens took those pictures. Us inside the trolley. You kept asking, begging me with your pouty face for us to get inside to take the picture.” Robbe slowly slips back to lie down like Sander wanted him to, but his hand and attention are still on the hair while Sander turns as much as he can to wrap his arms around his waist, feeling how Robbe arches his back closer to him, both of them quickly turning into a mess of limbs and bodies searching for as much contact as possible.
“It’s our annyversary, you should be focusing on that.” Sander streches himself in between Robbe’s strong thighs to be able to reach for his lips, kissing him again.
Robbe grunts and laughs when Sander gently slaps his ribs, his eyes finally meeting Sander’s, but they both know he’s struggling to not look up. “I’m focusing on you, isn’t that good too?” He raises his eyebrows, putting his other am around Sander’s neck, pulling him even closer.
“You’re not focusing on me, but on my hair…”
It takes a second, but Sander waits, watching as Robbe opens his mouth and closes, wiggling his head as he stops running his fingers through his hair, acknowledging that he’s been touching Sander’s hair since he got here almost half an hour ago.
“It’s just…new. I’m still getting used to it.” Sander thinks Robbe likes it or he wouldn’t be so distracted by it, but he wants to check. Robbe is really sweet, he tends to say things he doesn’t mean just so he doesn’t hurt anyone’s feelings.
Sander snuggles closer, burying his face against Robbe’s neck, quietly pulling Robbe’s necklace from inside his oversized shirt, playing with it, looking up even though he can’t really see much of Robbe’s face. He can see enough though, the creases on his cheek and his perfect dimple. “But do you like it? New can be bad too.”
“No, no, I like it, really.” Sander smiles, moving his head just enough so they can properly see each other. “You’re so beautiful.”
“I’m sure I’ll bleach it again at some point.”
“It’s okay. You look fucking hot with any hair. You don’t have to bleach it if you don’t want to.” Robbe finally looks at him with his soft gaze and Sander feels alive and happy, noticing how Robbe is staring at his lips, smiling softly.
“Happy six months, baby.”
“Happy six months, cutie.”
