(Starry-eyed-blimp) "C'mere..." Hilda smiled gently as she pulled the hand she was holding to her lips. Once she finished planting the soft kiss, she gave another on his forearm, then his cheek, then, she couldn't help but look him in the eyes as she gave him another on his lips.
Mugman couldn’t and - let’s be honest - didn’t want to say anything. He could only let Hilda go higher up his arm, his face getting redder and redder, heart-shaped clouds of steam leaving his head with each new kiss. All until she reached his lips. A shy, confused, lost to the world, surprised, fascinated, tender, loving, enamored gaze met Hilda’s eyes. Then, when her lips touched his, one last cloud of steam left his head, while his face was almost completely covered in blush.
He should be used to it. He shouldn’t react to each kiss like it was his first. But he couldn’t help it. He needed it so much. To feel loved. To be loved by someone he loved more than his life. When he didn’t even ask. Because he wouldn’t ask. He was stupid like that. Longing for something but never asking for it. Yet, somehow, he was lucky enough to have Hilda, who could, would, and did give him what he wanted, what he needed, without him saying it.
God, he was getting emotional over a few kisses. Damn it, he was too prideful to cry over such things!
“You could’ve asked first,” he murmured, looking away and hiding his love-stuck smile with his other hand.