The air in the living room was incredibly still, and yet somehow the atmosphere was anything but stiff. The day had found itself with Keith, standing and leaning into a corner of the room, book in hand, incredibly entranced in the words on the pages before him.
It was a sight so beautiful for Shiro to behold from his vantage point in the opposite corner of the room. He found it so beautiful and frustrating, the way Keith looked so serene there across the room. His brow was furrowed, eyes darting from line to line. His hair was loose and the fly-aways and frizz only added to the relaxed yet intense air.
Shiro had been admiring the lax way his lover held onto his book despite the intense focus when his eyes were drawn back up to his face by a subtle, subtle movement.
Keith bit down, just a little, on his bottom lip, and Shiro wanted to scream.
For a good minute Keith's teeth held his own lip captive there, before he let it go, and then almost immediately captured it again.
Before Shiro could even process what he was doing, he found himself getting up out of the armchair and walking over to his beautiful, gorgeous, infuriating husband.
Keith did not look up at his movements until Shiro grabbed the book, placing his finger between the pages to mark his place, and kissed him fiercely.
After about a minute of kissing Keith's slightly raw, yet so soft lips, Shiro broke away, laughing just a bit at the way Keith's cheeks began to perfectly match the red hue of his shirt.
"What did you do that for?!" Keith managed to squeak out.
Shiro chuckled again, bringing his free hand up to cup Keith's face, tracing his bottom lip with his thumb.
"Well," he began, "you were so intent on chewing this lovely specimen to pieces, and I wanted to remind myself of how it tasted too."
With that, Shiro leaned in to kiss him once more, biting Keith's lip a little as he broke away again.
"Your lips are a delicacy."
If Keith was red before, then the English language failed to describe the particular shade of crimson blossoming over his cheeks at that moment. Shiro thought after a year of marriage Keith would finally get used to his doting affections.
Not that he minded, of course. Red was a good colour on him.
Another hurried squeak came from a very happy Keith;
"CanIhavemybookbackplease?"
Shiro laughed again, leaning in and kissing Keith on the nose, returning Keith's book to his delicate hands, and walking past him into the kitchen to get a glass of water.