Liv.

Something insatiable had overtaken you. Maybe it was the fact that Wally had started staying over more. Maybe you were ovulating. Maybe it was just the fact that you were just so incredibly in love with your boyfriend. 

You couldn’t keep your hands off of him.

Or your mouth, to be more precise. 

He winks at you through the mirror when you slip into the bathroom. He’s got a mouthful of toothpaste and his hair’s a mess and he can barely seem to keep his eyes open. It nearly makes you want to squeal.

He steps forward to let you curl around his back, the way he knows you like to do when neither of you are rushing out the door. 

“Hi,” he manages to mumble out around his toothbrush. His free hand finds where yours are joined at his navel. 

“Hi, handsome,” you hum. He’s still warm. He usually is, anyway, but you can feel the heat of sleep still emanating off of him. You shift to place your chin on his shoulder, attempting to coax him into turning towards you. He raises a brow at you through the mirror. Unfortunately, he knows what you’re up to.

Bending forward, he spits into the sink. He squeezes your hands to coax the pout from your head slipping off his shoulder from your lips. 

“Gimme like thirty seconds and I’ll give you all the kisses you want, baby,” he says before shoving the toothbrush back into his mouth. Your eyes narrow. You could wait. You could let him finish brushing his teeth and be content just laying on him, but you’d already been up for a little over an hour at this point while Wally slept in and you were basically foaming at the mouth at this point. You just want a kiss from your boyfriend. Is that such a crime?

Shaking your head, you start by pressing your nose into the nape of his neck. Your lips follow, then begin their trek towards his jaw.

“Baby,” he grumbles, muffled and foamy. 

You wiggle one hand free from the grip he still had on you, affording him just enough time to slip the toothbrush out of his mouth before you’re tilting his jaw back just enough to smack a loud kiss against his lips. 

Despite his grumblings, he kisses back with a grin. 

“Don’t act like you’re not obsessed with me, West,” you say as he spits and rinses before shaking you off to spin in your hold. “You know I am,” he laughs, hands falling down to their natural resting place on your hips. “I just felt it was impolite to kiss my girl with a mouth full of toothpaste, is all.”

“Screw polite,” you hum, before leaning in to kiss him again. He concedes for a total of five seconds before he pulls back.

“How is it?” he asks.

“Hm?”

“Minty?” 

“Shut up,” you groan, but you can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of you. 

“Ah, you’re right. You wanted it mintier,” he says, pecking your lips once, then again like he’s chasing it. “You know, ‘cause you couldn’t wait for me to spit or anything. I’ve got mouthwash if-”