"You know, you look really pretty upside down," Miles whispered, dreamily so.
His eyes were half lidded under his mask as he took in your side profile that was perfectly highlighted by the blue light coming from your phone. He was committing the image to memory so he could commit it on paper as well.
"Are you saying I'm ugly right side up?" You looked at him, raising a faux inquisitive brow.
He chuckled at your expression, playing along with you.
"Sorry you had to learn about it like this babe."
"Oh, shut up," you nudged him. Well, the best you could considering his position.
He had swung you both to one of the city's tallest buildings to get some alone time. You were sitting on one of the old stone gargoyles, and he hung upside down beside you from a ledge.
"Aren't you tired of hanging around like that?"
"Nah, not really," he answered. Making a show of adjusting his position.
"It's kinda fun."
"I see," you hummed, eyeing him up and down, till an idea popped into your head.
"Hey, can I try something?"
"Uh, Sure," he muttered, confused at the sudden enthusiasm in your voice. But still he humoured you.
"Just let me get down."
"No, just stay up there." You stopped him, moving to sit on your knees and grabbing his masked face in your hands.
"You have to be upside down for me to try this bugaboo," you teased, and you can tell his face had just twisted in disgust at the nickname due to how his mask wrinkled. He was so cute, even with it on. And he was about to be even cuter.
"Uh, okay," he gulped as you began to caress his face. You always had this effect on him.
"But what exactly are you trying? You're not gonna snap my neck are you?"
"Hey, if I wanted to snap your neck I'd already have," you teased again, pinching the middle of his mask where you knew his nose was. The action made him shake a little to escape your hold.
"Just gimme a second m'kay."
"Alright, whatever you want babe."
"Thank you, ligaya," you gave him a smile.
With that the air went silent, with only the bustling city below you providing the moment's ambiance. Your fingers had trailed up to his neck making him gulp.
What exactly were you doing?
He felt your fingertips tuck themselves into his mask and pull it down halfway. He wasn't sure if he shivered from the cool air nipping his skin, or your breath fanning on his lips.
Either way he wasn't complaining, he was just confused.
He called your name gently. "What are you doing?"
You shushed him. "Just lemme try Miles."
So he shut up again, feeling your hands find their way back to his cheeks. He leaned into them slightly, loving the contrast they gave to the night's air. However, the comfort your warmth provided couldn't stop his fast beating heart.
"You know, you look pretty upside down too." You whispered, and before he could react your lips were on his.
His eyes went wide under his mask, and he froze, not really sure how to react. Sure, you two have kissed before, but this was different. He was literally upside down for crying out loud.
But just like it has always been with your kisses, he found himself melting into it after a few seconds. Despite the orientation, they were still your lips. And he'd be damned if he didn't kiss you back.
His blood rushed faster to his head than it usually would as the kiss went on. To think that his powers usually stopped this from happening. But right now he didn't question it, he was too focused on you, and the fact that he couldn't reach out to touch your face right now, no matter how much he wanted to. He would fall down if he did.
Alas, before he could worry too much you pulled away. And even with his light headedness he could still see the slight smirk on your lips.
"That was fun," you hummed, getting back into your prior position. Tapping away on your phone like nothing happened.
Miles took a breath, quickly jumping down and taking a seat beside you, pulling his mask off completely so he could catch his breath.
His whole body felt warm, and you could feel it too. This made you chuckle as you took a quick glance at him. He looked adorable. But you didn't point it out, going back to your mindless tapping. You've teased enough for the night.
Or maybe you didn't?
"Hey," his voice called out to you, still slightly breathless.
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