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you swear to god the outfit you bought earlier accentuated your body in all the right spots. the thought upturned your lips as you surveyed the reflection in front of you, swivelling your figure here and there.

reflected in the mirror, you glanced at a particular audience in the distance who seemed to be as pleased as you were with the burgundy dress that hugged your curves.

"can you turn around for me?"

you faced kuroo and dusted the hemline of the garment, "looks good, right?".

on the bed, the bedhead watched you from his reclining position, elbow propped up and hand rested on his jaw.

he hummed, "i'm not quite sure... can you come closer?" he slightly tilted his head.

you begrudgingly waddled toward kuroo until you were face-to-face with him, "what?". he looked up at you, his mouth stretched in a smirk, and sighed. rising from the mattress, he sat up, his hands finding their way to your hips, wedging you between his knees, "just wanted a closer look, babe," a guise already all too familiar with you.

kuroo then tugged you down, bending your torso and exposing the skin of your cheek to his warmth. your ear hung beside his lips when he whispered, "and you know damn well you look pretty in that dress."

the warmth that had emanated from him slowly went unfelt as your body heat, crawling like ants on your neck and face, subdued it. even though you'd known what was to come (his antics), here you were, burying your head into his neck, flustered.

"please, not in front of her" you referred to chico, your and kuroo's lovely tuxedo cat who lounged at the corner of the mattress with a deadpan stare. kuroo chuckled, the grip that had rested on your waist came to encircle you.

"but i was only telling the truth, right, chico?" you both peeked at your beloved pet, waiting for an answer.

chico meowed.

his eyes are pools of ocean blue and specks of mint, over them are his long and obsidian-hued eyelashes. he flutters them as he reads his book, following every line on the pages. sometimes his eyebrows pin in the center as he reads along, you subconsciously furrow your eyebrows too, as if you're beginning to understand the plot of the book through keiji's facial expressions. you pout, you can only suspect that he has reached at the dramatic conflict of the story, and that the book's a certified good read for it to elicit some kind of physical reaction from the said reader.

keiji's serene eyes stare back at you, "baby, are you okay?" his voice, soft and light. you notice his eyebrows arch in slight concern.

your eyes grow big and blink widely. you start to purse your lips, trying to focus on the pressure you put on it in the hopes that your embarrassment dies down a bit after your lover has caught you oogling at him.

you shake your head vigorously, your eyes closing innocently as you do this. a smile grows on your lips, you look back at him, "no—yeah, i'm okay. i'm okay," you tell him, but more to yourself.

from your side, you shift and lay your back on the comfy bed, and mumble, "just wanna kiss you and all." you twiddle your thumbs under the fluffy comforter, eyes escaping keiji's, realizing a new-found interest on the ceiling. but, in spite of yourself, you sneak a glance on keiji's side of the bed.

you hear a sigh then a creak coming from the bed. you bite back down a smile as you hear that sound.

you wait, but nothing comes.

you turn your head accusingly, all pouty and eyebrows pulled. your love of your life continues reading his book, completely ignoring you—and he knows !!!! you see his mouth upturning slightly.

with this, you rise from the bed and face him. keiji looks up at you with his twinkling eyes, feigning innocence. a small smile tugging on his lips.

"i said," you worm your way inside his embrace as he holds the book he's reading. you cup his face firmly, "i wanna kiss you so bad". you have situated yourself on top of him, your faces are so close that your temples rest on each other. all you can both see are each other's eyes, you wander into them as keiji does so into yours. and just below your loving gaze, are mingling smiles.

keiji giggles as you dot a kiss on his nose. your heart is about to burst from just hearing his happy, little noises, and knowing that you can only be the cause of this fit. you trail sweet, loud pecks on his cheeks, "my—" his forehead, "very—" his eyes, "pretty—" and finally his lips, "—boy."

bubbles of giggles burst within the bedroom. catching your breath, you drink from keiji's eyes again. he holds onto your hips; then slowly, his hands climb their way on your backside. he fiddles with your shirt as he gazes underneath you with hearts and stars in his eyes.

he catches your lips, and you squeak from this. eventually, you melt deep into the kiss. you can feel him smiling on your lips and you can't help but smile as well.

the book that keiji has been reading helplessly flops on the floor, long forgotten.