✿ GIMME CUTE KISSES FOR THE BABES
Send me a ✿ and I’ll generate a number. 4. Cheek Kiss
lovey dovey, or even fluffy, weren’t words anyone except serena would use for a guy like silver. and even those were used sparingly, making sure he was in a certain mood before knocking whatever he was holding onto the other cushion and replacing it with herself, so she could sit on his lap, knees on either side of his legs. somedays, he gave into her desires for a cute, lazy afternoon, but other days he made her work for it. today seemed to be the latter.
❛ silvy-san, you’re wounding me ! ❜
and she falls forward limply, forehead landing on his shoulder. she lays there for a moment, and when she leans back, she plucks his phone out of his hands.
❛ i can’t believe you’re playing tetris while i’m trying to solicit kisses from you. you’re so cruel to me, silvy-san. ❜
her own line makes her blush a bit, but not enough to retreat. she was determined to at least get one !
❛ sorry, i thought you were wounded. ❜
silver smirks, and serena pouts, and she’s very annoyed over this transgression but still yet ! refused to give up ! she was a trooper for sure ! she puts both of her hands on his cheeks and goes in for a kiss, though at the last moment he moves and her lips land not on his own, but on his cheek.
she stares at him for a moment, smacking her hands against the side of her head and leaning back, letting out a frustrated groan.
he puts his hands over serena’s, pulling her down to him to smack his lips against hers. it’s with pure luck that her forehead doesn’t smash against his, really, since neither of them were all that coordinated or experienced when it came to this.