Comic book store date with Chris Hartley?? Then trying to read in his lap afterwards and he can’t keep his hands to himself 😈
TOO CUTE he’s like a kid in a candy store!
“—and i’ve been looking everywhere for the second issue, but i can’t find it, and i’m not betting on a reprint—”
chris nods along to your rambling, his palm smoothing over your legs in his lap. he’s got a stack of comics beside him, and you’ve taken two of them in your hands, holding them up in a rant. comic book collecting is one of the few hobbies the two of you developed together, chris’ enjoyment of it only grew stronger once he had gotten you hooked. it’s become a great contributing factor to your knowledge of all things nerdy — in other words, a cheat code to better speak chris’ language. your shared interest and time spent collecting together has brought your relationship to a new level, and chris is more infatuated with that than his weekly pull, which is saying something.
“—and batman comes out next week, don’t forget.” you point in his direction, not looking up yourself to notice how he’s lovingly surveying you already. “ooh! i’m so excited to read this.” you pluck another comic from the top of your pile, the one you purchased today.
“which one is that?” chris questions through a warm smile.
“new supergirl!” you squeal, holding the book beside your glowing face to show him. “i’ve been waiting for this one, i think i’m starting with it.”
every wednesday, after the two of you visit your local comic book store to pick up your pulls, you bring your hauls back home, sprawl out on the couch, and read — much like you’re gearing up to do now. you’re eager to get started, so you don’t wait, quickly pulling open the first page.
chris stays still, all but his hand caressing up over your knee to your thighs. “why don’t you come here and read it?” chris gestures to himself, inviting you closer.
absentmindedly, you comply, barely looking up from your reading as you sit up on your knees, then lean your weight in his direction to fall against his side. “no, no. here.” he corrects, patting the side of his leg.
you finally look up, finally realizing what he’s asking. you purse your lips, glancing from his hand to his innocent face. “you sure you can control yourself for 30 pages?”
“scouts honor. come here, please.” chris reaches for your hips, ready to lift you himself, but you’re faster. you push yourself onto his lap, giving him a warning look as you relax against his chest, pulling your book back open and into position.
smoothly, chris rests his hand on your hip, feigning as though he’s reading along with you. his head dips over your shoulder, and gentle kisses land along your neck. his composure slips and he pulls his arms around your middle, holding you close against him.
“chris!” you laugh, pushing against his grip to lean forward enough to look at him. “we’re not even close to 30.”
“nobody told you to stop reading, don’t let me distract you.” chris teases, pressing another kiss to the spot your neck meets your shoulder.