(places this small Milo/Sweetheart scene at your doorstep, runs away)
Milo had taken a habit of kissing Sweetheart’s hands whenever and where ever he could. They would give him something and he’d take their hand before it pulled away and kiss their knuckles. If they were holding hands, it was endless opportunities to kiss them. He’d kiss them if Sweetheart was working to much again, soothing the slight ache that he had no don’t was laying deep in them. He’d kiss them during pack meetings when things were slow. He’d kiss them while half asleep, laying together in their bed. They’d cradle his face and he’d be turning his head to kiss their palm. They’d be having a conversation on the couch, facing one another, and Milo wouldn’t let their hands go, smattering kisses across them both every once in a while. He’d kiss them after a long day of worrying after them. He’d kiss them on their dates, a heat behind his eyes that made Sweetheart blush just a bit. He’d kiss them if either of them was rushing out the door particularly quickly that morning.
When Sweetheart asked why he did this, sitting together on the couch one day, Milo would shrug. “It’s you,” he’d say. “You ever hear of cuteness overload?”
“It’s like that,” Milo went on, “the only difference is it’s not just the cuteness that gets to me. I’m overwhelmed with the idea of you in my life. I mean, I get to have all of you, and that just about makes me the luckiest bastard in all of Dahlia.” He paused, taking a moment to rub his thumb along Sweetheart’s hands were they lay intertwined. “It’s a surge of love, and appreciation, and admiration, and just about everything else,” he says, bringing their hand up to kiss along it as he did, “Because I love you. I’m over the moon about you, Sweetheart, you should know this.”
“Oh,” Sweetheart breathed. “That’s…”
They didn’t finish their sentence, but the loopy grin that was pulling at the corners of their mouth seemed to say it all.
“It’s also partially a make-out controller,” Milo added, half-serious. “Most of the time when I kiss your hand it’s to suppress the urge to straight up make-out with you. If I had any say, there’s be a one thousand percent uptick in the amount of times my mouth ends up on yours, and-”
Milo was cut off by Sweetheart pulling him down into a kiss. He could feel their smile against his lips and he had the familiar rush through his chest.
“I don’t know about a one thousand percent,” Sweetheart said when they pulled back, “but I wouldn’t mind a smaller uptick. If you can control yourself with this new given power.”
Milo grinned wolfishly. “Oh, I am the king of control, Sweetheart. Do you want me to show you?”
Sweetheart let out a small noise when they were dragged onto Milo’s lap, only for it to turn into a breathy giggle when Milo pulled them in for another kiss.
