16 and 22 for Corpse?
You shiver against the unusually cold Los Angeles weather, rubbing your hands together as you stand outside of Corpse’s apartment. You knock on the door again, utterly impatient as always. When you don’t hear anything, you’re about to raise your fist and knock again when the door swings open to reveal your best friend standing before you.
“(y/n)?” Corpse asks, looking you up and down to make sure you’re really standing before him.
“Hi! How are you? I’m good! Thank you! Yes I’d love to come in,” you run through the formalities for the two of you and step into his much warmer apartment.
“I thought you were going home for Christmas,” Corpse states more than questions, still shocked as you walk further into his apartment and he shuts the door to keep the cold out.
“Well, I couldn’t leave you all alone.”
Corpse stares at you walking around his living room like you didn't say the most heart warming sentence he's ever heard in his life. He's stunned until you turn to look at him, the silence making you nervous, and he finally moves away from the door.
By now, you've turned on some Christmas music and have thrown your possessions on the couch like you've always done at his house. His heart fills at the sight, the fact that you felt so comfortable in his presence and his space something that he knew wasn't easy for you to do with just anyone.
"(y/n)?" Corpse asks for the second time of the night.
You look up at him, offering a shy smile that says more than you need to and hold out a hand.
"Come dance with me," you say, not really wanting to explain all of your feelings at the moment.
Corpse takes your hand, intertwining your fingers and pressing them against his chest. His other arm snakes around your waist and he holds you tight as you start to sway around his living room.
"Why didn't you go home?" Corpse asks, not believing he was the only reason for your non departure of the state.
"I told you," you start. "I couldn't leave you."
"(y/n)."
"I didn't want to spend the holiday without you," you admit, looking down.
Corpse takes your entwined hands and nudges your chin with them, forcing you to look into his eyes. He leans forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead and when your eyes flutter shut at his touch he moves to kiss you. Your lips meet, warmth spreading through your body and your heart spinning wildly.
"Thank you for staying," he whispers against your lips.