〚 @sitched『 kim ! 』some meme ! 〛
said: ‘ i like wearing your clothes. they smell like you and your scent is home to me. ’ also ben
Words were always falling past Ben’s lips much sooner than he put any thought into what he said. Just then, he’d been teasing her. Telling her that his old, oversized Sumo Slammers t-shirt made her look like a total nerd. “I can’t tell which one of us should be more embarrassed -- me for owning that, or you for wearing it.” Nevermind that he had no idea how she’d gotten her hands on it. She was a super spy or whatever, casual infiltration and extraction should be expected.
He playfully tugged on the fabric of her sleeve and smiled. He couldn’t remember how many years ago the thing had been gifted to him, but it had been worn down enough from years of sleeping in it for it to be soft to the touch. It was about time for him to say something about how adorable she looked in it, but of course his instincts wanted him to encode that into the form of another lame quip. His lips parted, ready to send off the next stream of Tennyson-Brand nonsense, when she did the impossible. She made Ben shut up.
‘ I like wearing your clothes. they smell like you and your scent is home to me. ’
He shook his head as his once soft smile pursed into a thin line. His gaze narrowed, silently accusing of her of not playing fair, as if their interaction was some sort of competition where rules of fair play applied. Well, if there were any rules in place to prevent Ben from dropping his charismatic facade and turning his stomach onto a butterfly breeding ground, Kim was most certainly breaking them.
Without words at his disposal, Ben did the next best thing he could think of to level the playing field. The hand that had been holding her sleeve moved to rest on her shoulder, and his other came up to do the same. He paused then for just a moment to look at her -- to lock his eyes with hers and really let her know the effect she had on him. Then his fingertips barely lifted, moving past the collar of her shirt and gently grazing her skin on their way up to rest just below her jawline. The pads of his thumbs brushed her pink-dusted cheeks. He lingered again, purely for dramatic effect, before he tilted her head up and brought his lips down to meet hers.
