#they!!

“I see you staring,” Sweetheart said, a smirk creeping onto their face.

“Says the person with their shirt almost completely off,” Milo scoffed. “What do you expect from me, Sweetheart, look at you!” “I expect for you to be able to keep it in your pants for more than—” they glanced at the clock, taking some careful steps towards him “—five minutes.”

“Hard to, around you,” Milo shrugged. He reached out, dragging Sweetheart to him once they were close enough. Their hands didn’t hesitate before finding his shoulders, a giddy smile on their face. “I haven’t gotten a welcome home kiss yet, by the way. In case you were worried.”

“Kinda busy when you got home,” Sweetheart defended.

“You could always make it up to me,” Milo suggested, lilt in his voice as he leaned closer to them.

They rolled their eyes, closing the distance between them. Milo groaned, melting into it. The past few days have been busy for the both of them, and it didn’t give Milo the chance to hold them like this. If he could stop time to stay here, he would in a heartbeat. 

Milo pulled Sweetheart flush against him as their arms wrapped around his neck, hands playing in his hair softly. There was the smallest noise of concern from Sweetheart when their hands started to slide down and reached his shoulders, likely reacting to the way he involuntarily flinched at the pressure on his sore muscles. They pulled back, only to be chased by Milo.

“Mi,” they said gently, tilting their head so that his next attempt at kissing them missed and landed on their jawline. “When you said you were just tired—”

“‘M fine,” Milo muttered against their skin.

“How much have you actually pushed yourself this week?” Sweetheart asked.

“Forget about it,” Milo said, peppering kisses down their neck. “Just need to hold you close. I’ll be okay.”

“Milo,” Sweetheart reprimanded, pushing against him lightly. He complied with a sigh, leaving a parting kiss in the junction of their neck and shoulder.

“I’m fine, Sweets,” he tried to argue. “Don’t gotta worry about me.”

The unimpressed look on Sweetheart’s face told him his arguments were useless. “And you complain about how pent up I get while at work,” they say, a teasing lilt to their voice.

“In my defence, how I am now is how you get after, like, two days,” Milo said, grinning, “at least I got through the week.”