#8 kissing prompt just screaaaams Aster.
8. Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other's hand
(Copy paste is being very rude right now! *grumblegrumble*)
It took me a minute, but I figured out what I wanted to do for this one. It's graduation season and that means Professor Aster has at least one fancy grad dinner to go to. Obviously he needs a date.
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You'd intended to have Aster pick you up at your home to go to the banquet, but of course life got in the way. I'll have to meet you there, you'd texted him, anxiety knotting in your stomach.
Of course. Not a problem. See you then.
Not for the first time, you wished tone could be conveyed in text. Was he disappointed? Was he really okay with it? Your anxiety only built as you dressed (was this fancy enough? too fancy? did your hair look okay? You hadn't had nearly enough time to really get ready...would people notice?) Between that and the traffic getting to the university, and then the crowds there, you were an absolute ball of nerves by the time you got to the banquet hall.
Luckily, Aster was easy to spot, being taller than most of the other guests. That also made it easy for him to spot you and by the time you locked eyes on him, he was already moving toward you. Stars he looked good! The man should wear a tux more often! His gold glasses glinted on his skull and his eye lights twinkled behind them.
"You made it," he said, taking your hand in both of his. "I am so glad." He lifted your hand to his teeth and pressed a gentle tingling kiss to your knuckles.
You stepped forward and hugged him, mostly so your knees wouldn't go out from the sheer romance of that move. "Sorry I was a little late," you managed.
"I told you it's not a problem," he said, his voice gentle and warm. "I would wait far longer than I did to see you looking so beautiful, and to have you here with me."
"I thought your brother was the smooth one," you mumbled, burying your face in his chest to hide your burning blush.
"I may have picked up a few tips from him..." If you'd been able to see his face, you would have seen the bright blush across his own cheekbones. "Shall we go in for dinner?"