Amy Sumner x David Sumner fanfiction
Disclaimers: slightly suggestive near the end (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
Type: Fluff, Slice of Life
Word Count: 933
"I like your glasses," Amy softly said, gently plucking David's glasses from his face.
She had been watching David consume himself in a thick-backed book about Mathematics all morning, burrowing his curved nose into each dog-earred page, furrowing his eyebrows in a serious manner that hinted at his concentration. Although she had tried to pull him away from his usual reading, he never seemed to budge, at most tiredly groaning at her playful insistence.
Resting in his arms, she coyly gazed up at him, admiring the subtle softness that still bled through the solemn exterior of David's face. Childishly, she crept her nimble fingers up David's left arm, grazing the round tips of her manicured nails along the taut, sun-kissed skin of David's bicep before tiptoeing across the freckled crest of his shoulder and sliding the pad of her index finger along the depression of his collarbone.
When she ran a delicate finger down the slope of his nose and gave the tip a light "boop", he finally lifted his gaze from his book, his dark brown eyes idly observing the smooth edges of Amy's cherubic face. With a deep sigh, he gave Amy one of his half-hearted smirks; the ones he gifted her when she had expertly pushed his buttons hard enough and he decided that she was worthy of his full attention.
"And why exactly do you like my glasses?" David knowingly muttered, lazily slumping further into his armchair.
Amy's lips slowly curled into a timid smile, her crystal blue eyes quickly averting from David's brown ones, her plump cheeks reddening from the sudden attention. It always happened this way: she would ask a question, poking and prodding at him; he would answer, and she would suddenly grow painfully shy like a child.
As if sensing her shyness, David firmly grasped the frayed ends of her lavender sweater and tugged her closer, practically forcing her to make eye contact with him. Amy squeaked and giggled, her petite frame sluggishly thrashing against David's solid yet lean build, her socked feet kiddishly kicking at David's clothed legs.
"Why do you like my glasses, hm?" David cheekily repeated, his half-hearted grin spreading into a cheekier smirk as he wrapped his arms tightly around Amy's waist.
Amy continued to thrash in David's hold like a sleepy kitty, her face blooming deep crimson as her squeals devolved into girlish chuckles and faint hiccups, salty tears brimming in her eyes.
She hated how much David was enjoying this.
She hated that prideful glint in his eyes, the one that made his brown eyes shimmer with mischief; the teasing arch in his brow, signaling his burgeoning pleasure in her visible distress; the sly grin spreading across his lips, mockingly glaring at her as if to say, "I'm not letting you go so easily".
But she loved it, and she hated herself for loving it. She hated herself for how she craved it, craved seeing him smile, seeing him with his head not crammed into a dusty old book, but rather, looking only at her. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she basked in the attention, the playful scolding, the late-night discussions, the early-morning kisses; just the simple moments of joy that sprout from being together.
Gradually, Amy's constant thrashing waned as she settled in David's arms. Her lips slowly formed into an adorable pout, her once-tight fists relaxing against David's white undershirt, and her face nestling into the warm crevice of David's neck.
"Will you at least give me my glasses back?" David softly stroked the back of her head, leisurely running his fingers through her pin-straight, golden-blonde locks. His vision was blurry; he could barely see crap without them, even when he squinted hard enough.
"No." Amy nestled her face deeper into the crook of David's neck like a little bird seeking warmth; her words muffled.
David rolled his eyes lightly, his eyelids growing lax as if he were tired again. Unlatching his arms from Amy's slender waist, he inched his calloused fingers up the undersides of her abdomen, along the soft fabric of her lavender sweater, towards the sensitive nape of her neck, until his large hands cradled Amy's bronze cheeks as he gently turned her head towards his softened gaze.
"Why…Why won't you give me back my glasses?" David's expression turned more sober as his lips dropped into a slight frown.
A few strands of her downy, buttery hair fell across her face as she timidly gazed up at him with her doe-eyed stare.
"I just wanted you to look at me, really look at me." Amy nuzzled her cheek sweetly into the palm of David's right hand as her mouth formed into a lopsided grin.
David, seemingly amused by Amy's words, abruptly arose from his chair. Startled, Amy swiftly wrapped her arms around David's neck as he cradled her like a baby. With her wide-eyed gaze, Amy looked up at David with bewilderment.
"D-David! Where are you taking me!?"
David casually winked at her before he walked towards their bedroom. He had special plans for them.
"I'm taking you to a place where we can stare at each other all night." David lightly squeezed Amy's pale, thin thigh as he playfully adjusted her in his grip.
When Amy realized the suggestive undertone of David's words, she kicked and swatted at him like a feisty kitten, babbling about how he was a nasty, old pervert. But she knew she didn't mean it, and so did David.
They knew they loved each other and always would. So, they went off to bed.
