ricia

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You never imagined a future with someone fully, let alone with someone you’d met on a mysterious server (which you used to think was malware.)

But here you were, cursed with the amazing, gorgeous, smart, beautiful, funny, sarcastic partner you have now.

Truthfully, it’s not a curse to be with them. It’s a curse to be with them and not be able to look at them.

“Are you ready for the next page yet?” Their head hangs a bit over yours, reading the book in front of you both.

Positioned in their lap, with their arms around you, god do you want to just turn around and hug them, but you also kinda want to finish the chapter in this book.

You sigh, “How many more pages until the chapter ends?”

“4 pages. Why?”

You sigh again, “I want to look at you. It’s so fucking cheesy. I know.”

They pause.

“Look at me? You’re just that eager to.. look at me?”

You take the bookmark out of your partner’s pocket (with some awkward fumbling with your arms), and mark the page before placing the book onto the coffee table.

“Haah… yes, I am that eager to look at you.” You can feel a smile creeping onto your face as you straddle them nervously.

Their eyes blink a bit, face turning read at the realization. “Can’t even finish the book- what, do you thrive off of seeing me?”

“Yes, yes I do honey.” Your small smile quickly turns to a grin. “Can I pepper kisses on your face? It sounds fun.”

“Oh- oh my god. I know you’d turn to putty the minute I switch this up on you!-“

A few muttered swears and gazed averting each other stubbornly pass by, but an eventual kiss makes its way into your “angry” flustered conversation.

Their hair feels so good on your hands and their lips feel so magical on your own, you can’t help but smile into the kiss and move their bangs to kiss their forehead.