Moments Between Lovers (Kyle Rayner x Reader)
Warning: Very Fluffy
Gender Neutral Reader
Word Count: 507
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Author’s Note: Hi! I want DC to know that if they ever hurt my little baby boy, I will gnaw off their heads. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it! Bestie, please reblog!
Summary: Kyle is very much in love and he has the drawings to prove it.
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You studied Kyle’s face, wondering what he was drawing. You didn’t want to disturb him; he looked too cute with his tongue slightly sticking out and his eyebrows knitted together. You just went back to laying on the couch, mindlessly watching some movie on tv.
Kyle would occasionally look up from his sketchbook. His eyes gazing intently at your body, at your face, the way you were laying on the couch. He would then go back to drawing you half from sight, half from memory. His mind occasionally lingering in memories of the feel of your skin against his, your lips against his, your hands in his.
You were starting to fill all the pages of his sketchbooks. A study of your hands, eyes, nose, smile, hair, etc. A study of you. Various mundane activities you did, were translated into art every chance he got. From cooking dinner, to folding laundry, to brushing your teeth, it was all there. He was trying to capture all the moments he wasn’t there for, all that he missed from being away so much. And he missed the mundane moments just as much as everything else.
When you looked back at him again, he looked up from his drawing to meet your loving gazing. You sat up and motioned for him to come to you. He smiled and shook his head, rejecting your offer. You thought for a moment before getting up and walking across the floor to him. He closed his sketchbook and set it aside, just as you sat down next to him.
“Whatcha drawing? Can I see?” You ask.
“It’s not done yet,” he shrugged, playfully nudging you with his shoulder. You smiled.
“Just once I wish you would draw me,” you joked. You had sat for a few sketches before but you hadn’t seen the fact that you had taken up almost every inch of the sketchbook. You didn’t pry into his sketchbooks out of respect for his privacy; plus, if he wanted you to see something, he would just show you. “I wouldn’t mind sitting for you. I could be your muse.” You striked a pose as you conclude your sentence. Kyle laughed and tackled you to the ground with affection.
He caught your lips onto a passionate kiss. His fingers interlaced with yours as you kissed him back with equal passion. Pulling away he rested his forehead against your, eyes looking deeply into yours.
“Have I told you that I love you today?”
“Yes, about every 10 minutes.” You nodded, slightly laughing.
“Hum, not enough,” he pretended to contemplate. “I’m gonna tell you every 5 minutes now. I love you,” he said, wearing a big goofy smile.
You laughed in response, “That was twice in like 30 seconds.” You lifted your head up to kiss him again. Pulling away you whispered, “I love you too.”
Your eyes gazing into his with so much love, affection, and admiration, that his breath hitches. He makes a mental note to draw the way you were looking at him.
