drinking/kissing, slice of life, fluff. 446words ⁺ᵇᵒⁿᵘˢ
There’s a bottle of wine off the table when you get home.
You know from the color of the glass that it’s the sweet kind— the kind Kento goes out of his way to buy because he knows you like how it tastes on evenings like this, with the moon bright in the sky and sticky, summer humidity hanging in the air. It’s perfect, and you’re grateful to be home, where your boyfriend clearly has plans to stay for the rest of the night.
“I’m home!”
“You’re early.”
You turn around to see him coming down the steps. He’s fresh out of the shower, hair towel dried and skin still a little flushed. The inky black of his tshirt and hakama are starkly different from his typical outside attire, drawing all your attention to him the same way it did the first time you saw him dressed down. (The same way it always does, if you’re honest with yourself. You have to resist the urge to ogle him and the way his tshirt clings to his body.)
He closes the distance between you, looking you over as though to make sure you made it back in one piece. “Welcome home…” His fingers are warm around your wrist as he takes it upon himself to slip your watch off and set it next to his on the charger. You offer up your phone, too, relieved to be free of any commitments now that you’re safely home to him.
“Not quite yet.”
He hums, leaning in to kiss your forehead before hugging you to his chest and pressing another kiss to your hair. You take the opportunity to settle your hands on his waist, unable to resist the urge to touch him even as he laughs at you. “Go and get showered.”
There isn’t much room for argument as he pulls away enough to look down at you. The adoration in his gaze causes your face to go hot and you attempt to look away from him, but he stops you by gently tilting your chin up. His smirk is mischievous, but it does nothing to dampen the look in his eye, and the combination pools heat in your stomach. He doesn’t really kiss you; rather, his lips hover over yours and you can taste whiskey on his breath as he gives you a squeeze before stepping out of your way.
“Welcome home, love,” he says, obviously aware that he’s done it right this time. That he’s left you a little dazed and wanting more. He knocks his shoulder into yours, his large hand patting your bum as he passes you. “Go on. Dinner will be ready soon.”
♡ bonus. 1200words. it gets a little emotionally heavy |´∀｀●)
Dinner’s light —ahi tuna over summer salad, paired with a sparkling water you both fell for one summer in Italy— and eaten on the balcony, your knees tucked under his as you sit facing him instead of the view you all painstakingly searched for when you decided it was time to move in together. The fan at your back doesn’t do much to relieve the heat that’s yet to burn off but it does add a romantic edge to the night, underlining the old love songs playing from a speaker in the living room.
“Do you remember the first night we spent together?”
You look over your shoulder to see Kento making his way back to you from the kitchen with dessert: a bottle of wine and watermelon, cold and cubed in half the rind. “In my old apartment?”
“Yeah.”
He loads a chopstick with a few pieces of fruit and offers it to you before pouring a double serving of rosé into each glass.
A smile plays in your lips as you properly recall it, remembering the way his fingers felt when they brushed yours and the way the moon reflected in his eyes until he turned to face you instead of Tokyo. You’d only just realized how handsome he was (because of the honest way he smiled into the camera outside your door at the sound of your voice on the other side), all scarred sharp lines and soft brown eyes under his halo of blond hair, and it felt a lot like finding an old sweater you never knew you had.
It was heartwarming and nostalgic and filled you with a comfort you’d deny needing if anyone ever asked. But, everything seemed to shift, as though making sense for the first time, and it’s only ever become clearer and clearer. Even now as you look up at him you can’t help but feel that, in a lot of ways, you’ve never really left that moment.
You’re still on that old balcony, your center of gravity aligning with his. Willing and ready to take the next step. Whichever one he wanted.
Your cheeks are stuffed full of melon when your eyes meet his, and he huffs out a laugh so attractive that you think you might already be a little drunk. Especially as you go on to admit, “I spent the whole evening waiting for you to kiss me. Like, really kiss me.”
It’s tender under his gaze, the fondness in his barely there smile imprinting on you. As though he knows you’re putty under his attention, he takes mercy on you and looks away long enough to put a stopper in the wine bottle. “We got drunk and made out on the couch.”
You laugh, stabbing a larger piece of fruit and offering it to him. “That sounds so funny from your mouth.”
He takes your offering, tucking it into his cheek before asking, “Is that not what happened?” He slides your wine glass closer to you. “We really kissed until you fell asleep.”
“Yeah, but…” Your face is hot as you remember waking up tucked into his side as though it was normal. “That didn’t count.”
He chuckles. “Did it count in the morning?”
It did. He’d kissed you slowly and his mouth tasted like the honey tea you’d brewed while he showered. You’d probably fallen for him then, sitting next to him at your kitchen table.
“Yeah. It did,” you admit, lifting your glass toward him when you realize he’s waiting for you to drink. “What are we celebrating? The weekend?”
“I love you,” he offers, gently tapping his glass into yours.
His gaze moves from your face to your glass before focusing on your mouth as he waits for you to have some. Your face is hot from more than just the summer heat, and you let out a shaky laugh before taking a sip. You follow it with a cold piece of watermelon as he takes a sip of his wine and sets his glass to the side.
“I love you, too.”
He hums his acknowledgment, closing the small space between you and taking your face into his hands. His lips brush yours, only a breath closer than what he’d done earlier, and laughs at the embarrassingly desperate sound that slips from you.
“That’s a good reason, right?” He kisses the corner of your mouth.
He kisses you again, properly this time, and you part your lips eagerly as he fits himself between your legs. His free hand finds one of yours and draws your arm around his waist. He kisses you until you're breathless, tugging you to the edge of your seat —closer to him despite how hot it is. (It isn’t enough, really. Even as you feel sweat down your back, you can’t help but want more.)
“Hmm?”
“Yeah.”
His eyes fall closed when you lift your hand to brush his hair behind his ear. You encourage him closer and press a kiss to the corner of his prosthetic, following a line of scars down his face when he moans at the feeling.
“I wanted to start there. Here,” he admits. “…being your summer boyfriend. Because that was night I realized I wanted to be here with you one day.”
You can’t help the way you smile, all of the butterflies settling in your stomach to give room for something larger than yourself and your silly emotions.
“You looked at me like you really saw me from the moment we met.” He opens his eyes, a smile forming once he realizes you’re grinning at him. “But you smiled at me just like this before you dragged me over to the couch.”
“How can you even remember that?”
“Because people hadn’t seen me since the accident, love. All they saw were the scars. All they see are scars.” He kisses you again. “But that’s not the point. The point is I’d been living in a dark night until I met you. And then you smiled at me like you meant it, and you followed it by falling asleep on my chest…it was the first time I’d felt real in a long time. That I remembered there were still tangible things I wanted out of life.”
You swallow, laughing a little as you wrap both arms around his waist and press your face into his chest. “Ken…”
“Yes, love?”
“This feels different from you just being my summer boyfriend.”
“I already got you once,” he points out, the matter-of-fact tone of his voice offering you false-relief. “The stakes are higher this time.”
“Oh, are they?”
Kento pulls away, kissing your forehead before reaching for his glass and sitting back down. “Haven’t I always given you exactly what you want?” He takes a sip of wine before loading your chopstick up for a second time and holding it out for you to take a bite. “This confession is fair warning, love.”
You feel yourself short circuit when he wipes your mouth and sucks the juice from his thumb into his mouth.
“Warning?”
The sound he makes is off handed, as though you asking is inconsequential. It’s sexier than it should be, causing you to shiver in anticipation, every inch of you hanging on whatever it is he’s going to say next.
“You asked for it.”
♋︎ “sultry in the summer heat, i know with you we can’t be beat” — take me somewhere + “when you kiss me, you really kiss me/ tell me, how can you resist me?” —waterbirds
sypnosis — Calum goes to a radio station interview and his girlfriend Dyllan brings him coffee
requested — no
word count — 306
sorry its so short, needed to finish it today
Calum
He had a solo interview with the town's in‐studio radio station. The interview was at 4:00 and the time on watch said 3:00, so he had time to loligag for a bit before he had to be there.
He went to the diner he and his girlfriend Dyllan goes to for breakfast and got his usual — stack of pancakes with extra butter and syrup, three pieces of bacon, piece of sausage and a big bowl of grits with a coffee and water — and sat down and ate. After he ate, he left a tip, paid his bill and headed to the interview.
He got there with 10 minutes to spare and waited by the wait area until it was 4. Then the assistant person sent him in and they got ready for the interview.
Dyllan
Calum had an interview today so I figured I'd bring him coffee. I go to Starbucks where he and I go to sometimes and get him a small coffee with 3 milks and 4 sugars, mix everything together and head to the studio.
I get there and he's in the sound booth / radio, so I wait until they take a break.
Not even a minute later, the light turns off, and I see Calum walk outside.
I see him smile from ear to ear and give me hug. I hand him his coffee, "hey, I brought you coffee. I figured you could use it, since you had an interview today." he smiles and takes a sip. "thanks babe. you wanna stay?" "I mean, if its okay." he hugs me again, "of course it is! plus we were talking about us anyways, so i'dll be good if you stay." I smile, "okay."
we go back into the booth and take a seat as the interviewer asks us questions.
how do you feel about a calum camp counselor au??? i feel like it gives so much opportunity for fucking with each other and playfully teasing and sneaking around and being the parents who get together but also like. being surrounded by pretty scenery and a pretty boy would make me appreciate life more so i think it would be low key really sweet
See I wasn't much of a summer camp kid so idk how much help I'll be in this but that said I DO love the idea of meeting him at the start of the summer and immediately tearing your eyes away because oh no, he's hot, and you promised yourself you wouldn't get into anything this summer, just some clean wholesome fun. But he's sneaking you looks through the whole “don’t have sex on camp property pls” speech and later when you're all playing icebreaker games you hear his low, gravelly voice with that accent and you know you're fucked. Like you're so fucked. And Calum must have an aliance with the other Australians bc whenever one of them is picking teams you end up on the same team as Calum so he paired with you in the canoe race and in huckle buckle and in the first aid refresher and if he makes another joke about mouth-to-mouth you might spontaniously combust. And of course as soon as the campers get there he's inducing a rivalry between your cabins so he has an excuse to try and wrestle you into the lake and stuff and oh my god maybe I should have gone to camp after all.
2626wc, slice of life fluff. (kissing/romance…should i offer a warning for his mode of transportation? it’s very sexy of him).
You slow to a stop next to Kento, glancing at the ocean before looking back at him. He’s taking in the view, a soft smile on his lips, and you can’t help but stretch to kiss his shoulder as you lean in his direction. “Final destination?”
He looks down at you. “In a hurry?”
“Wha—no?”
“I thought you were an enjoy the journey type of girl, love.”
You look away from him, your face hot as you deal with the side effects of being seen by someone. (Of being teased, too.) “I am. I’m enjoying it. But you’re a destination person.”
“I see,” he murmurs as he looks back out at the ocean. “I see it with you,” he explains, causing your eyes to go wide. “I know where we’re going. And I’m not really in a rush to get there. So, I can enjoy the journey, too…
“Do you remember this spot?”
Your brow furrows as you look around. You’ve escaped to this town with him so many times that they’ve started to blur together. And you’re sure you all have been at this lookout more than a handful of times. You’re just about to tell him that you can’t think of anything special when you realize there was one time—
You laugh. “The time we gave each other the same gift?”
His smile broadens.
“The one that neither of us even liked?”
He pulls off one of his gloves and reaches into his pocket before holding his hand out for you to see. “The very one.”
You peek into his hand to see two thin rings, the same color as the sea glass you all gifted each a few years ago, and can’t help but gasp. “Oh my— oh!”
You frown up at your boyfriend, who closed his fist when you tried to reach for a ring. Kento laughs and you notice that he’s particularly handsome tonight, under the golden hue of an old street lamp. You feel heat pooling in your stomach as you watch him shift rings around in his fist before offering you the larger one.
“Are they really made from those stones?” You turn it over between your fingers, silently wondering if he turned them to rings himself or if he asked Choso to do it.
“Yes,” he divulges. “But, more importantly: This is a covenant.”
The world closes in on you, making you feel as though all there is is this moment: the ocean below, waves crashing along the beach as he offers you a promise —a covenant— and as you look up at him you can’t really make sense of beyond the fact that you’d agree to anything.
He mirrors you, holding up the smaller ring and offering you a look that draws butterflies to your stomach. “If anyone asks,” he explains, voice low and measured, “I’m your boyfriend until the end of the summer.”
“Oh?” You tease. “If anyone asks? And if they don’t?”
“They will.”
“I’m loving the confidence.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I love you,” he counters, smug amusement on his face, and it’s too attractive. Terribly attractive, if you’re honest.
“Play fair, Nanami Kento.”
“Hold it until we get the water.” He leans closer and presses a kiss to your forehead. You watch as he settles the smaller ring in his palm before he slips his glove back on. “Think about how much you love me, too.”
Before you can say anything, he winks at you and pushes off on his longboard, causing you to laugh in disbelief before slipping the ring on your thumb and peddling after him.
It only takes about five more minutes to get to the beach, and it’s five minutes you enjoy as you watch him skate, the air whipping at his linen shirt as lithe muscle supports every shift of his body. He’s careful to never get too far ahead of you, even as he indulges in taking some of the curves of the hill a little too recklessly for your liking; and, every time one of his hands grazes the ground to support, he flashes you a smile that tells you he knows you find him really hot whenever he does it.
Once you get there, Kento shoulders the backpack from the basket before you let your bike fall into the sand next to his board. You kick your shoes off next to his and look out over the water as he pockets his gloves and cuffs his pant legs. He wordlessly offers you his hand before leading you to walk along the shoreline.
“A covenant, huh?”
He hums, lifting your joined hands and kissing the ring on your right hand. “I already made you a promise,” he reminds you, voice gentle over the waves. There’s a hint of humor as he goes on to say, “But, your request…this is very serious, my love. No take backs.”
You smile to yourself. “No take backs?”
“If you tell someone I’m something other than your summer boyfriend, I’ll be really upset.”
Your eyes meet his and he cracks a smile, slowing to a stop as you say, “You’re awfully cute this evening.”
You can’t be certain in the dark, but you're pretty sure the tops of his ears turn pink. “I watched you secretly pet that cat in the alley while I got you a snowcone” —your face once again goes hot— “the one I told you not to pet, remember?”
“No.”
“I heard you tell it that you’d be in trouble if you were caught,” he deadpans as you giggle. “And then watched as you pulled out one of those lickable treats.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I have photo evidence,” he admits, the matter-of-fact tone of his voice making the whole conversation even more amusing. “Video evidence, actually.”
“…I might have an idea…”
He huffs out a laugh, turning and pulling you into his chest. As you both look out over the sea, he goes on to say, “It was cute. It reminded me that I’m in love with you.”
You laugh nervously and he squeezes you a little tighter.
“Hear me out,” he murmurs. “The cat looked sickly. I didn’t want you to pet it. But, while I was watching you, I realized that there wasn’t much difference between me and the cat—”
“Oh. That’s good. Because I named him Nya~nami.”
The silence that settles between you is deafening, but you eventually feel him shift to rest his forehead on your shoulder before asking, “Did you really?”
“He was blue with gold eyes! How couldn’t I? I invited him home but he didn’t seem too interested…”
He sighs. “I suppose he and I are quite different, then.” When you turn to look at him he reaches for your left hand and plays with the ring on your thumb. “Perhaps he’s a stronger man if he can say no to you.”
You start to laugh in full, the sound clearly startling him before he smiles too, obviously very pleased with himself. Once you’ve settled down, you ask, “You want to deny me something?”
“I’d give you the moon if you asked for it.”
(You’re certain you already have it.)
“I can’t believe a cat made you feel so mushy…anyway he was a nice boy. Just hungry, I think. Maybe got into one too many fights recently.”
“People probably told you to leave me alone, too.”
Oh. It isn’t a parallel you’d drawn as you coddled the cat for a few minutes, but the fact that your stoic boyfriend had seen himself in a stray causes you to realize that he has feelings towards your relationship that you’ve never considered.
He sighs and meets your gaze. “We can go try to find it. If you want. Tomorrow.”
“Oh, you love-love me, huh?”
He just hums and takes hold of your free hand, too. “I do. I appreciate the effort you’ve put into this. Into me. More than I could explain in words. And—”
He sighs. “This isn’t what I planned to say at all, love.”
“I like hearing it.”
“I know.” He swallows thickly and the glimpse of nerves is surprising to you.
“Ken—”
“I wasn’t sure of my purpose anymore, after the accident. I am physically incapable of doing the one thing I’d found valuable. Saw my worth in. It’s…difficult. To stomach that truth.
“And yet, I can only accept that I’m grateful for the hardship. The suffering, really,—” he smiles when you laugh, his gaze searching your face as though to memorize the moment “—because it’s shaped me into this…into this man.
“Someone who is not only willing, but ready to grow. To look at life from both sides…I could not have both. I knew that superficially. But knowing it now is different, because I understand that my worth isn’t measured by what I can do for the world. It’s about what I can do for my world.”
“Kento.”
“Hmm?”
Your heart is in your throat. He’s never put any of this into so many words and you have no idea how you’re supposed to take it at 4am on an old beach. When it’s just the two of you and paradise at your feet. With the moon and ocean as your only witnesses.
“You’re a life worth lived, Yn.”
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing unexpected. I looked at these stones sitting in the office and realized I couldn’t remember which belonged to me and which one belonged to you. It didn’t matter. Doesn’t matter. I…need you to know this.”
“Know what?”
Your heart is in your throat and your head is in the clouds. You aren’t sure if your feet are still in the sand but your hands are certainly in his. They’re real and warm and reassuring.
“I just need you to know I found myself —who I was meant to be— here, on this journey with you. There’s no place I’d rather be…” He lets go of your right hand, gaze meeting yours as he prepares to slip the ring he held on to onto your pinky. Mischief glints in his expression briefly, before he goes on to say, “And, I, a devoted boyfriend, hope you, a loving girlfriend, feel the same.”
You’re trembling. You know it, he knows. He even squeezes your hand after to help steady and assure you. “You know I feel the same.”
He grins. “Could you say it again?”
He starts to play with the ring on your finger, as though making sure it’s there despite the fact that he slid it on himself. You have to catch his fingers in yours to help yourself think straight, and the patience that flows from him weighs heavier on you.
Because what is he doing?! Everything he’s said feels as though they should be part of vows, not thrown into him fulfilling your whimsical ideas. And just underlines the fact that every moment with him has always felt like a dream. Or like it was written well in advance of meeting in a hospital elevator.
You gasp when you feel his finger brush your cheek, the healed texture of his skin smooth over yours.
“Why are you crying, love?”
“Because what’s happening?”
“I’m making us official. I’m not sure what you’re doing.”
He sounds so much like you that it’s startling for a moment, and you can’t help but laugh. You reach up to settle your hand over his where he’s cradling your face, the ghost of a smile on his lips causing your words to start to free fall.
“I’m glad you didn’t give up after your accident. I’m glad this world shaped me into the person you needed most when we met. I want to keep waking up everyday and deciding that this is worth it.
“And I love the way you make me want more for myself, so that I can be better for you, and for us.” You stroke your thumb across the back of his hand and he brushes away some more tears. “You have no idea how proud I am of you, how relieved I am, honestly, that you allowed this to exist between us…
“Ah, babe. What are you doing to me, right now? I thought we were just going for a ride. And instead I’m on an emotional high because... You even made these rings from a gift neither of us even liked. It’s— yeah. I, a loving girlfriend, feel the same as you, a devoted boyfriend. Thank you for thinking of and prioritizing me.
“If you’re a stray, so am I…which…lucky me, if we are. It means I can stick with you and we can go wherever.” You gently pull his hand away from your face, changing your hold in order to affectionately rub his scarred knuckles to your cheek. “I feel like we’re reciting vows.”
“Please don’t refer to either of us as strays, when the time comes. Some people would never let us hear the end of it.” Kento smiles and pinches your cheek. “And, this is a covenant, love.”
Laughing, you let go of his hand and take his ring off your finger. “Right. With that in mind…” You kiss it, feeling your face go hot when he realizes how focused he is on you. “Kento. I love you. This journey we’re on together —whatever power brought us here— I will always value and prioritize it. You. Us.”
You reach for his unharmed hand and cradle it in yours. “May I?”
“Mm. I need you to.”
“Ha— what?”
He leans closer, forcing eye contact. “I need you to take responsibility for me.”
You swallow, butterflies filling your stomach distractingly. It takes a second, but you slip the ring onto his pinky. “These feelings are much stronger than I expected.”
“Should I tone it down?”
You stroke your thumb over his rings, lingering over the band on his middle finger (the one that represents his promise to get to this point with you…beyond this point, really). “No. I’ll take whatever you give me with grace.”
“Good thing I love you.”
“That’s what I’m saying.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He pulls you into a hug, rubbing your back soothingly as your arms circle his waist. He’s warm and solid, perfectly comforting as he holds you as close as possible. The moment feels indulgent, which makes you want more.
“Babe?”
He hums, weighing a little heavier into you as he continues to rub your back.
“I think you should kiss me.”
He chuckles, lingering a few seconds longer before pulling away enough to look at you. Your eyes fall closed as he leans back in, and he surprises you by kissing your forehead. He follows it by brushing the tip of his nose yours ahead of tilting his head to kiss your lips.
“Actually, I really was just taking you on a ride. To watch the sunrise.”
You laugh, shaking your head as you pull away from him and sit down in the sand. “Ok.”
Kento blinks down at you, mouth curling amusedly when you pat the space next to you. As you hug your legs to your chest, you go on to say, “Com’mon. We’ve nearly missed it because you have me out here…covenanting. As though you aren’t already the only one I see.”
He squats down, head tilting to catch your gaze. “What was that?”
Your face is still hot and the butterflies still have ownership of your stomach, and even if you can’t help but melt under his attention, you focus all of yours on him. “Should I s-say it again?”
He surprises you by shaking his head, but you know him well enough to see the playful edge behind his phlegmatism. “I think you should kiss me.”
♋︎ “say you’re mine / say it slow / to be sure we know” —tennis, traveling
confessions over pastries with tao (gokurakugai)
slice of life bc she’s in my head wc787
Tao smirks at you around her unlit cigarette, her head tilting curiously to the side, and you can’t help the heat that blooms across your face. It forces you to look away from her, your hands grasping at your knees under the table in an attempt to ground yourself. Or…something. It’s hard to say when every inch of you has felt fine tuned to yet on edge by the woman since meeting her.
“I…um…”
She laughs, once through her nose, and it’s enough to send your mind spiraling. It knocks the breath from your chest, too, forcing you to pant in a way that has your eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment and desire.
“Eager, hmm?” She comments just as you look back at her and bite out, “It isn’t funny.”
It only causes her to laugh again before she looks away from you with a cool shake of her head to get her hair out of her face. Her blue eyes are calculating behind her glasses, narrowing slightly as she considers her next move. It doesn’t take her long to decide, a fact that’s made obvious when she casts a sideways glance at you and hops up from her side of the booth.
“You’re right,” she tells you, throwing a few bills on the table to cover your pastries and drinks. “Come on.”
She turns to leave, getting a few steps away from the table before realizing you haven’t even moved a centimeter. Without missing a beat, she doubles back, laying one hand on the table and the other on the back of your seat to lean over you. It’s…incredibly sexy of her, especially when her perfume overtakes your senses, the scent balmy but clean and just spicy enough for you to want to take another breath of it.
“Yn,” she says, the tone of her voice causing your gaze to snap up to hers. You aren’t sure where her cigarette has gone, but the smirk she offers you this time isn’t sullied by it. “It isn’t funny…I want you to be eager. And desperate for it. But, I won’t make you ask for it. Not this time at least.”
She pushes off the booth, looking down her nose at you as she goes on to say, “This time I’m offering.” She holds out her hand for you, her fingers trapping yours almost the instant she feels them. “But- if you come with me now, it changes everything.”
You nod as you let her pull you up, dropping her gaze once she begins to search your face. It’s too much. But, she forces you to look at her with a gentle but firm grasp on your chin.
“Because I don’t want to be only your friend.”
Despite yourself, you whimper, wanting nothing more than to pull her down into a kiss. But, you can’t. Not here, in the middle of the diner the pair of you frequent. So you settle for shaking your hand free of hers before leaning into her shoulder and hugging her close.
It’s…different. And her little laugh in your ear tells you she knows it’s on purpose. That it’s no mistake the length of your body is flush against hers: hip to hip, chest to chest. And the soft press of her breasts against yours is sweeter than anything she just treated you to. Anything you’ve ever had, really.
She’s bolder than you are, though, and she doesn’t hesitate to snake an arm over your shoulders and press a kiss to your throat. She squeezes at your hip at your noise of surprise, smiling against your temple once she lifts her head. “Good girl, Yn.”
“Tao-”
“It’s brave to admit your feelings…I’ll reward you.” She pulls away, recapturing your hand as you all leave the restaurant. “With something about me known to few.”
You follow her in a half-daze, barely squinting against the afternoon sun or shivering in the winter air. You’re far too elated by the turn of events your quasi-confession has led to. If you’d known your feelings were mutual you wouldn’t have spent so long worrying that you’d ruin your friendship by admitting them to her.
“Hmmm, but we’re closer to yours than mine…”
“We have to be at your place for you to reward me?”
“Properly, yeah.”
Shivering with anticipation, you ask, “Do you need something specific?”
“Yeah,” she says, quite plainly as you all wait at a stop light. “I’ve been dreaming about fucking you since we met” -you gasp, gripping her hand a little tighter as you lean closer (as though it’ll make what she’s already said any clearer) but she doesn’t seem to notice- “if I don’t feel you taking my strap first, I might die.”
Imagine teaching Calum some spanish for the upcoming latin american shows of SLFL. he’d love to see the way your lips move while pronouncing the foreign words. and although he understood it the first time, he asks you to repeat things heaps just to hear how lovely the language sounds, coming from you. he’s transfixed by your ability to make spoken word sound like the sweetest music to his ears.
