Oh baby it has to be (yes, i used that word on purpose, do it, i dare u), Queliot + "I didn't peg you as a clingy person."
@kickassfu oh dearheart you do love me so. *brb dying of laughter at our goofiness about language*
“I didn’t peg you as a clingy person.” Q said, flipping a page of his book without looking up at El. Eliot was looking down at his boyfriend who was reading. His head in El’s lap where El was gently running his fingers through Q’s hair, newly cut hair.
Quentin had been on the couch in the loft first reading spell books, and or, possibly a comic book too, Eliot wasn’t sure honestly. Eliot had inserted himself into Q’s personal space immediately. Plopping down on the couch and pulling his personal nerdling to him. Chuckling Eliot leaned back slightly stretching his spine just enough to get comfortable which also had the pleasant effect of shifting Q’s head closer to his crotch.
“Oh really what did you have me down for?” El asked, smirking down at his boyfriend of two weeks.
“Compulsive, greedy, fashionable, questionable motives, great with your hands and mouth, amazing chef, former king,” Q rambled never one looking up at him. Eliot frowned and plucked the book from Q’s hands. Fillory, of fucking course.
“We’re talking Q could you please focus me,” El teased, placing the book gently on his other side.
“We are talking El, in fact we’re talking about my inability to realize how clingy you were,” Q said, pulling his phone out of his pocket Still not looking at him.
“Q why aren’t you looking at me?” El was starting to feel a bit worried he’d done something.
“Hmm, you need all of my attention now?” Q asked, sitting up pulling away from his boyfriend to look up at the taller man. El let out a breath of relief, Q was wearing the biggest shit eating grin.
“I always need all your attention, as you so eloquently put it I’m clingy,” El said, crossing his arms pouting at being teased. He’d only been back for two weeks and after a three day recovery, they’d only been officially together for less than eleven days and Q was teasing him.
“I would point out that you didn’t leave my bed for 72 hours after we defeated the monster,” El snapped, glaring at his boyfriend.
“You’re right, I laid in bed with you. Whispering naughty things like; how sorry I am, how much I love you, the fact that I should have fought harder for you back in Fillory, what I miss most about your fingers.” Q was inching closer, running his fingers slowly up El’s forearms until he was gently caressing his neck and leaning in to press gentle kisses to El’s neck and cheeks.
“So! how can you tease me not even eleven days later for being clingy,” Eliot asked, his resolve fading as Q slowly straddled him on the couch.
“Because if I pretend to ignore you, you go all cat-like and demand attention from me,” Q said, his waist against El’s, and his hands cupping El’s cheeks gently as though he still thought El would break on him.
“Are you telling me Coldwater that you like me being clingy and possessive?” Eliot asked, eyebrow raising as he wrapped his arms around Quentin’s waist.
Quentin grinned down at him and shrugged, which earned him a pinch on the ass. “Alright, alright yes, I like you being all possessive and clingy.”
“Guys! If you start making out on my couch-or worse. I am will peg you both, with my high heel!” Margo’s voice broke through their moment from the kitchen across the apartment.
Q and Eliot looked over at their brunette best friend before the two of them dissolved into laughter. “Alright Bambi, we’ll leave the sanctity of the couch in tact.”