#sob s

Lifting her off the floor, Diego moved his own waist and pushed her back onto his bed. They usually don’t get to do impromptu sleepovers like this, but when it happens Bhadra only has the choice of Diego’s clothes or sleeping in her own, only one of those options having a leeway of convenience for the next day over.

“Like this.” Diego said, kissing her softly. Bhadra kissed back, wrapping her arms around Diego’s neck, before they both pulled away and rested their foreheads against each other.

“Hi.” Bhadra whispered, as if it was a secret.

“Hi.” Diego whispered, as if it was to be kept.

As Diego shuffled forward, his fingers found themselves at the hem of the shirt Bhadra was wearing, fingers tugging loosely before dropping them.

“This could be a dress.” Diego said.

“Mm,” Bhadra hummed, “Would it be a nice one?”

Diego looked at her. “No. But I’ll buy you a nice one,” And then he realized what he said and, flushing intensely, added, “If you want.”

“You’d buy me that?” Bhadra asked, a glimmer in her eyes.

“Y-yes,” Diego was weak, sure, but his pride would tell him that he wouldn’t buy too much.

Unless it would be for her, with the way she looks at him. “I’d buy you anything you want.”

For a moment, Bhadra stared. Then she burst out laughing.

“What?” Diego asked, about to panic.

“Nothing! You’re just cute!” Bhadra said, pulling his head to plant kisses on his hair. “You don’t need to buy me those things.”

“I want to,” Diego replied, tilting his head upwards. It got Bhadra to kiss him on the lips by mistake, only to continue talking as they kept kissing and kissing. “You’d look pretty,” He said, “You’d look so pretty.”

“So I’m only cute in your shirt, hm?”

“No, you’re beautiful.”

Bhadra nearly choked. She searched for any sort of lightness to Diego’s eyes, but none of that was present because he really did mean to be this serious and direct. With the fact his ears were already flushed red, she couldn’t help but feel the heat of her own start to rush into her face. Diego wouldn’t see it, but then—

He cupped her face and ran his thumb over her cheek.

“Your face is warm.” He said, smiling.

“It’s— it’s your fault!” Bhadra said, lightly shoving him. Diego simply laughed, right before pulling the sheets open for them to sink into.

When the morning rays hit the second half of the room, Diego was already awake. Bhadra was still asleep in his arms, curled up and facing him as their movie was permanently paused and the last of Bhadra’s playlist had stopped the moment he reached to turn it off. .

They slept late last night, having been too busy laughing and binging movies together, kissing and hugging to the point that all attention was directed to each other, treating everything as a simple background because they couldn’t get enough of each other.

It was a miracle that they even fell asleep.

But he likes it. Diego likes the peace.

He couldn’t help his stare on her face, brushing away the hair that fell there before he kissed her eyelids to wake her.

With a slight stir, a soft sound, her gold eyes fluttered open.

“You look beautiful,” He said, kissing her forehead, “even in your sleep.”