Shatterstar+Tender kisses please and thank you!
tender kisses when one brings home flowers for the other + shatterstara/n: god this has been in here for so long im so sorry!! i changed the request a little bit but feedback is always appreciated
Your legs were pulled underneath you, laptop warm against your thighs as you typed away. The television was on too, despite the fact you were wearing headphones. Shatterstar always thought it was odd, and brought it up a handful of times. You only shrugged it off saying you had done it so often it was just habitual. You were typing away, a yawn pulling from your lips as you stretched out one of your legs, rolling your ankle before letting it hang off the couch, fingers still working away.
Shatterstar was in the kitchen, the white noise of the television, typing as well as your awfully loud music had become an odd comfort for him. It seemed like every Sunday was spent like this, a laziness in the air that he’d often find too consuming. He was always doing things, always too busy, and somehow you cracked the code: you got him to take a moment to relax. He was filling up a measuring cup, water sputtering to a stop when he twisted the faucet. He made his way to your dining room table, watering the plant you kept on there.
You remember the first time you asked him to do just that, and he drowned your poor little herb garden. You didn’t have the heart to tell him it was wrong, only smiling as you suggested less water next time. You also made sure to water your plants around him, he was always so vigilant, and you knew he’d pick up on your way of doing it. And he did, now you let him over to hang out as well as tend to the forest you lived with. He watered the fern tucked into the corner of your dining room before filling the cup back up. He walked along the back of the couch, you looked up at him as he did, smiling before going back to your work. He was watering the christmas cactus you had, eyes glancing briefly over to the screen.
Some movie played, one you had briefly turned your attention to watch every few minutes. It was something romantic you had said, rolling your eyes at the over acting. He watched with a tilted head as the man held out a bouquet of roses to the women he loved, the two of them smiling like blithering idiots. It was a gesture he’d seen a million times on television, never understanding the significance of it. Sometimes it was done when someone begged for forgiveness, or in a platonic way, or on prom nights or just for the sake of romance. It seemed like a weird gesture, to give someone something that would inevitably die.
He didn’t realize how intently he was watching the screen till you called his name. “You alright, you zoned out.”
“Has anyone ever giving you flowers?” He asked, dismissing your question.
“Uh I think so, its pretty common.” You shrugged, arm resting along the back of the couch as you twisted to face him. Shatterstar only hummed in response, nodding slowly. You were about to turn your attention back to your laptop when he picked up your orchids, holding them out to you. “For you.” He said, stepping closer so you could grab them. You opened your mouth to speak, before a smiling broke over your face. “Uh, thank you.” You laughed, placing them on your coffee table before leaning over the back of the couch. You grabbed his arm and pulled him closer. He leaned down to your level, as you shook your head, amusement glinting in your eyes. Oh, what were you going to do with him?
You brought a hand to the side of his face, fiery hair glowing like a halo in the sun. “You’re something else.” You sighed, lips meeting his in sleepy way. He tensed at the action as he sometimes did, but welcomed it as you kissed him softly. You smiled against his mouth, leaving soft pecks against his lips and all around his face before sinking back into the couch. He stood there for a moment, grinning to himself before you both got back to your plants, the laziness in the air was stale as it was now charged with tender excitement.
