Genre: husband!Chan, fluff
Warnings: mildy suggestive
As soon as Y/N enters her home, she removes her shoes and slides across the floors in her excitement to find her husband. She knows exactly where he'll be, and she smiles happily when she sees him sitting outside on the Alfresco.
The late afternoon sunshine is warm and bright; it casts a beautiful golden haze over Chan, transforming his lightly tanned skin into a rich caramel, his white t-shirt almost luminescent with the sky's light. A half-full bottle of pineapple juice sits on the floorboards beside him and he leans back on his hands, his eyes shut as he basks in the summery weather, the softest of smiles shining on his face.
Unable to contain her growing affection for the peaceful looking man, Y/N jogs lightly out of the sliding doors before throwing her arms around Chan. She squeezes him tight from behind, and she giggles when she feels his body jolt slightly in surprise.
"Hey, handsome," Y/N grins. She turns her face to the side and kisses his cheek, hugging him a little tighter. "Miss me?"
Chan's face quickly melts into pure joy. He slides his hand around his wife's hand and pulls her around him, settling her in his lap so he can get a good look at her. He squints in the sunlight, his face contorting with a grin as he shadows his forehead with his fingers.
"More than you could ever know," Chan replies, leaning forward and kissing Y/N's nose. "Did you just get back? I didn't hear you come in."
"Yeah, you were pretty zoned out," Y/N laughs. She lets her hands fall into his lap as she relaxes into him, her hair gently lifting off of her shoulders in the light breeze. "You looked so calm."
Chan hums. He tucks her hair behind her ear. "It's so nice out here."
"Did you use sunscreen?" Y/N asks, suddenly narrowing her eyes at him. She cups his face with a single hand, moving his head around as she examines his skin.
Chan chuckles. He places his hands over hers and gently curls his fingers around her palms. "I did. I didn't forget this time."
"Good," satisfied, Y/N drops her hands again. She grins at him. "No wonder you smell like the beach."
Flashing a dimpled smile at her, Chan loosely wraps his arms around her waist, holding her in place atop his legs. His curls dance as he looks up at her. "Did you have fun with Lix?"
"I did!" Y/N nods. "I bought a new eyeshadow palette."
"Another one?" Chan laughs, shaking his head. "What made you get it this time?"
Sheepish, Y/N giggles. "Well … it was sparkly."
"Oh, right. Of course," Chan nods purposefully.
"And there were crazy colours."
"There is," Y/N laughs. "And lots of glitter."
Chan cocks his head to the side as he jokes with her. "One more reason?"
"It looked good on Felix?" Y/N giggles. "I used his arm to swatch all the colours."
"You didn't put it on his eyes?" Chan asks. He pouts when Y/N shakes her head. "Why? He'd have looked good in purple … sparkly … eyeshadow … "
Suddenly feeling mischievous, Y/N slides off of her husband's lap. She slips her hand into Chan's and tugs him to a standing position, making him groan.
"Where are we going?" He hums as he mindlessly follows his wife back into the house. He watches curiously as she rifles around in her shopping bag, producing the said eyeshadow palette with a grin.
"Maybe Felix would look good in purple eyeshadow," Y/N says, walking up to him. "But you'd look better."
Lips twitching, Chan pulls her into his embrace again. She giggles as she tries to wriggle away from him, giving up when he begins to goofily kiss her cheek with his plush lips. "What are you imposing, Mrs Bahng?"
Y/N giggles. She loops her arms around his neck. "May I test this palette out on you?"
Chan raises his fluffy eyebrows. "Hmm … what do I get out of it?"
Y/N smiles innocently. "Me sat on your lap?"
"Deal," Chan says quickly, making Y/N burst into a fizzy bubble of laughter. She kisses his lips before dashing out of the room to grab a few brushes.
She returns a moment later, as soon as she sets foot into the room, Chan scoops her up into his arms. He drops down onto the sofa and leans back as Y/N settles onto his lap again, her makeup on the seat beside them.
Smiling as she looks down at him, Y/N feels her heart flutter. The sun is on the cusp of setting behind the the magnolia trees, and the warmth has taken on a burnt orange hue. It spills in beams of sepia light into their house and across their skin, turning Chan's eyes into pools of molten copper. The smallest flecks of gold floats around in his doe shaped eyes, resembling the like of stars, and Y/N can't help but lean closer. She's seen this sight a million times before, every evening, every morning for years … but every time she sees the way her lover's eyes burn like fireflies in the darkness, she finds herself devoid of words as if it's the first time.
Y/N caresses her fingers lightly over Chan's face. Her lashes kiss his cheekbones as she kisses his mouth tenderly.
His eyes are already the most beautiful things she's ever seen. She's not sure what eyeshadow could possibly to do make them look better.
"What are you thinking about?" Chan asks her softly, his eyes searching her own.
Y/N smiles. "That's you're beautiful. And this eyeshadow is going to look so silly on your beautiful eyes."
Chan laughs under his breath, taken aback. His nose flushes the colour of the heady scented roses in their garden as he looks away slightly. The blush spreads to his cheeks and when Y/N touches his cheeks, they're incredibly hot under her fingers.
"You're … " Chan bites his lip. "Maddening."
"You always find a way to say things that just … make me so … embarrassed. Even when I think I've heard everything, you say something that makes my heart skip a beat and I find it very, very hard to breathe," Chan rambles, covering his tomato red face with his dainty hands. His voice is muffled when he speaks again. "How am I supposed to be manly and tough if you keep doing this to me?"
Y/N laughs quietly. She places her hands over his and gently moves them away from his face, revealing his lovestruck expression.
"You know," Y/N grins. "If you were an anime character, right now you'd be red and there'd be flames around you and there'd be a wild sizzling sound effect."
"Well, that's one way to put it," Chan moves closer and buries his face against his wife's chest. He holds her tight, trying to pour all his love into her via his hug. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," Y/N whispers, patting his back. "But, baby?"
"Are you just gonna keep smushing your face into my boobs or can I test this makeup?" Y/N giggles.
Chan pulls away, his face even redder now and he fights the urge to scream. "Y/N … "
"Come on," Y/N kisses his nose. "Let me do this and maybe I'll let you continue whatever you were doing later on."
Chuckling, Chan leans his head on the back of the sofa. He shuts his eyes as he grins, securing his hands around his wife's waist. "Double deal."
Y/N grins as she reaches for the eyeshadow palette. She purses her lips as her eyes run over the array of violets and aquas and crushed silver flakes … settling for a pale lavender, she taps her brush into it before leaning closer to her husband.
With a careful hand, she begins to sweep the colour across his eyelids. She can't help but grin at the comical sight of his eyeballs moving under the surface of his skin, telling her he's imagining something interesting.
"What are you thinking about?" Y/N asks him as she dips into a darker purple.
Chan clears his throat. "You know … just thinking about how lovely our bed is."
"Oh, really?" Y/N asks. "What makes our bed so lovely, Christopher?"
Giggling, Chan tickles the small of her back with his fingernail. "You."
Applying the darker shadow in a triangular motion on the outer portion of her husband's eye, Y/N grins widely. She shakes her head as Chan continues to smile goofily beneath her. She can't help but think he's enjoying this more than he's letting on; he's completely relaxed, even the tense curve of his shoulders softening as they melt into the sofa.
"What else did you do?" Chan asks in a murmur.
His tone of voice makes Y/N lean back. "Chris, are you falling asleep? Right now? Already?"
"No," Chan whines, cracking an eye open. "I'm just … very relaxed."
"Don't fall asleep," Y/N warns him.
"I'm not going to," Chan promises his wife with a chuckle. "Go on, continue."
Y/N smiles. She leans forward again and continues to decorate his eyes as she recalls the day she spent with her best friend and his sisters. "We went makeup shopping and then we went to eat dessert," Y/N tells him. She pauses. "Actually … I don't even think we ate normal food. We had like three rounds of dessert."
At that, Chan can't help but laugh. "Yeah … why am I not surprised?"
He begins to draw abstract shapes with his fingers over Y/N's skin, his hands sliding up her t-shirt. "Are you hungry?"
"I could make you pasta after this," Chan suggests. "Does that sound okay?"
Y/N's eyes light up. "Is that even a question?"
"Okay," Chan laughs, squeezing her hip gently. "Pasta for dinner."
They lapse into a soft air of quiet. Y/N tries to use as many of the new colours as she can without making her husband look crazy. Every colour she swipes on his eyelids makes her gasp a little, her husband smiling bigger every time, her joy making him happy.
When Y/N uses her finger to apply a duochrome glitter to the middle of his eyelids, her mouth falls open slightly. She pats it onto his skin before sitting back, surveying her handiwork.
He opens his eyes. Her breath hitches.
"What?" Chan asks slowly, uneasily. "Do I look weird?"
Y/N shakes her head. She leans close to him again and cups his face, her wide eyes glued to his.
"Describe it in one word?" Chan asks.
"Ethereal," Y/N breathes, awed at how much the violet tones make the richness of his eyes pop in the setting sunlight. "You have ethereal eyes, baby."
"I want to see," Chan chuckles, his nose glowing red again. He sits up properly, moving his face closer to Y/N's so their foreheads are leaning against each other. He stares into her eyes, making her blush. "Wait, don't move."
He blinks a few times, before raising his eyebrows. He tilts his head to the side, making Y/N giggle as he continues to use her eyes as little mirrors.
Then he smiles. "I think you've got it wrong. You're the one with the ethereal eyes."
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