ross grinned as he walked into your shared apartment and saw you sitting on the couch.

you both had just gotten back from the band’s show in london. but he had gone out for a few drinks with the guys, and you were tired, so you headed home before him.

you were wearing the green sweater he wore on stage a few hours ago and had a glass of wine in one hand, with the other resting on the arm rest of the couch.

“did you steal that from production love?” he mused as he poured himself a glass of the wine that was sitting on the coffee table next to the empty glass you had set out for him.

“hm?” you pretended to ask oblivious.

he rolled his eyes, but there was amusement in them, “don’t be daft, you know what i’m talking about.”

you grinned and looked down at the article of clothing you were wearing, “oh this old thing? is it really stealing if the lead singer of the band watched you walk out with it?”

“fuckin’ hell, matty,” ross cursed, causing you to laugh as you took a sip of your wine.

“you know i love this sweater, and seeing you play in it tonight made me love it even more.”

“oh yeah?” he asked with a grin, sitting down beside you on the couch, “tell me more.”

“bring me home that leather jacket that you wore during the second act, and i’ll tell you anything.” you responded, smirking slightly.

ross shifted his arm to wrap around you and he pulled you closer against his torso, his fingers drawing circles on your shoulder.

“i have one here, you know,”

“one what?” you asked, turning to look at his face.

he grinned down at you, “a leather jacket. not the exact one i wore earlier but it’s fairly similar,”

“and you’ve been keeping this from me?” you accused, laughter dancing in your eyes, “ross stewart macdonald-“

“oi! what’s the middle name for? do you wanna see it?”

“fuck yea!”

ross laughed as he stood up and grabbed your hand, pulling you up beside him and dragging you down the hall towards your bedroom.

you watched as he placed his wine glass down on the dresser, opened the closet and began ruffling through his side of it.

he grunted in succession as he pulled out a hanger that had a jacket similar to the one he wore during the show a few hours ago.

“see? told you i had it,”

“we’ve lived together for two years and this is the first time im seeing this?!” you crossed your arms, placing the wine glass down beside you on the vanity, “frankly, i’m hurt.”

“awh poor baby,” ross mocked, his eyes smiling, “life is so hard.”

“oh shut it.”

“make me,” he retorted, smirking.

you grabbed a throw pillow off of your bed and chucked it at him full force. using the jacket, he deflected it and stuck his tongue out at you.

“you missed.”

“fuck off,” you snapped as you stepped over to where he stood and reached for the hanger he held.

ross, being significantly taller than you, held the jacket up and out of your reach. he smirked down at you and laughed at your attempt at a jump to reach it.

“i hate you,” you mused, trying to reach for it again.

“give me a kiss and i’ll let you see it.” he stated.

you stood on your tiptoes and gave his lips a peck that could barely be considered a kiss.

“what the fuck was that?”

“a kiss, now, give me the jacket,” you crossed your arms and smirked at him.

he rolled his eyes but handed you the jacket nonetheless. you grinned and took it off the hanger, holding it for a few seconds before putting it on.

“what do you think?” you asked, doing a 360° turn for him to see.

ross smirked, “you look gorgeous as always love,”

“you flatter me,” you said smiling. you pulled him in for an actual kiss this time. he placed his hand on your lower back, holding you both there for a minute.