1:30AM:; their own genre pairing:; geto suguru; fluff content! summary:; casual night w/ suguru!! | lower case intended wc: 1397
βgenre?β nights have always been better than mornings.
βwhatever you like, pretty.β especially when theyβre spent with a significant other, suguru geto to be more specific.
she sighs rolling her eyes slightly and dropping her arms to the side, βsuguru, come on,β sheβs turning from her spot in front of the television to look over into the kitchen where he stands preparing two mugs. βat least pretend like you want to watch something.β her tone is a slight mixture of a whine yet a hint of attitude takes place as well.
his chuckle is deep, she loves the sound of himβ especially when sheβs capable of causing it. βi donβt have to pretend.β he speaks up, taking a pot of warm milk off the stove and pouring some within each cup. βbecause i actually do want to watch something with you.β
βokay well we both have to contribute yaβ know?β he looks so good, identical to that one sunset weβve all seen while we were in the car that was intriguingly beautiful but we knew we wouldnβt have time to pull out our phones to take a picture.. so weβd just stare as it sets.
he chuckles again and she allows her body to flop atop of the large sofa within their living room. (fix ts)
βi am contributing.β he sets the pot down and finally his gaze meets herβs. the sight of her chin sitting on the backing of the couch as she watch him prepare their drink cracks a smile across his features.. then again that smile was already there, it certainly widened.
βwell arenβt you gorgeous?β itβs intoxicating almost, his voice, the hair thatβs running down his back and that physique that she finds such difficulty ignoring.
her eyes roll again and heβs stepping closer to her, she knows it probably takes nothing but three seconds for him to reach her but God that just feels way too long, doesnβt it? itβs always like this.
itβs always when she craves him besides her and when she canβt stand baring without his touch when time decides it wants to slow all the way down. something as ignorant as time had a specialty at ruining simple aspects such as these. too bad time isnβt a human and would never understand how she feels.
his fingers feel like electricity when it comes in contact with her cheek. perhaps it is? perhaps sheβs the cellphone and heβs the charger coming to fuel her? perhaps thatβs a stretch. whatever, who cares.
his hand glides so smoothly when heβs practically holding a side of her face up within his palm. she didnβt even realize he was speaking until one singular word was being said repeatedly. β..gorgeous, gorgeous girl.β
is this unhealthy? is it bad that he genuinely is capable of giving her a dose of energy whenever she's reached zero? or is it unhealthy that no matter how short tempered she is sheβd never be capable of raising her voice at him? is he bad? is he safe for her?
his thumb runs circles around her cheek as his fingers hold her chin up to him. heβs leans down and his eyes close before his lips touch herβs and a familiar flame sparks in her chest.
theyβre soft and still to this day she doesnβt understand how theyβre so soft when everything else about him is hard. (apparently, you donβt need hard lips to be a sorcerer.)
thatβs all it takes, one contact and sheβs fully charged. their lips disconnect and they instantly rewire once again, and again, and again and a smile cracks on her face before she giggles slightly.
his chuckle overpowers hers, cracking his eyes open slightly the sight of her makes the tip of his ears shine in that familiar red color. surprising? not really, typical suguru.
she pulls herself from him and raises a hand pushing him off the backing of the couch. she turns around and faces the television because no matter how long theyβve been together she refuses to allow him to see any red on her like she has for him. βget away from me..β she mumbles and sugurus chuckle is a little louder this time.
βand to say i wasnβt contributing.β sugurus walking back to the two mugs as he speaks, heβs pulling out a spoon and dropping them into each mug giving it a stir.
βi still believe so, you never do when it comes to picking something.β sheβs holding the remote to the television scrolling through various shows and movies.
βwell, i donβt believe in never.β to no surprise suguru is soon carrying over the two mugs. he sets ynβs onto the coffee table in front of them before heβs sliding in close to her with his own cup. the liquid is brown, seemingly hot chocolate.
she clicks her tongue, βright..β she drawls out, βand i donβt believe in always.β her tone is sarcastic as she looks up at him. her legs are tucked into him at this point. his left arm rests behind her head atop the couch and his hand settles on her shoulder pulling her in.
βmaybe thatβs why weβre in love.β he says and a smile cracks upon his features for the hundredth time that night as he drops his face closer to hers. βopposites attract, right?β she clicks a button and a random movie begins and to her dismiss.. she didnβt know what it was and neither did she care.. similar to suguru?
βnever.β is her response when she turns in his direction, theyβre practically swallowing each others breath due to the proximity but youβd be a fool if you thought they cared.
once again suguru chuckles and he raises his opposite hand that holds his cup and takes a sip. his eyes are still visible from the rim of that cup and heβs still staring at her as if he doesnβt have a drink directly in front of him. his adamβs apple bobs as he takes gulps of that drink and she swears her entire body is lit aflame.
sheβs tingling and practically shivering but itβs due to nothing but excitement. she slightly wishes she could hear what heβs thinking at the moment but then again she believes she already knows. if his mind isnβt empty itβs certainly obscured by her and being close enough to one another they practically can be considered one.
he lowers the cup and his smile is even bigger this time, all thirty two of his teeth are on full display and typically sheβd joke about slapping it off but damn it looks so good on him right now.
βalways.β she donβt know what the fuck that drink did to his voice but it definitely transfigured his tone into something with that makes her head over heels for him doubled. his slick ass remark is worth an eye roll but she wonβt deliver it to him right now. not after that stunt he just pulled.
so instead, βtsk.β she clicks her tongue and looks back at the screen. he giggles before pulling her into him again and before he knows it sheβs snatching the cup from his hand and drinking from it herself.
βdidnβt want the one i made you?β heβs leaning his head forward some to put his features back in her vision and he didnβt fail at all. βi can do both.β she responds, his hand goes up to her hair as he nods his head with a smile. βgreedy?β
βshut up.β he chuckles at her words, her lips touch the rim of the cup as she drinks the liquid and his lips connect with the top of her head. she canβt help the smile sheβs attempting to hide.
he glances at the television. back at her then back to the television. βwhatβs the show?β
she shrugs.
he blinks a few times and the two chuckle at the scenario. when it all comes down to it, neither individual cares whatβs being played. why should they? their significant other, their one and only one is sitting right beside them as they share a cup of disgusting hot chocolate and theyβre expecting to spare two glances at the television? not at all.
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an; old stupid ass draft that i didnβt proofread but itβs been years and i miss it here, enjoy
