1:30AM:; their own genre pairing:; geto suguru; fluff content! summary:; casual night w/ suguru!! | lower case intended wc: 1397
โgenre?โ nights have always been better than mornings.
โwhatever you like, pretty.โ especially when theyโre spent with a significant other, suguru geto to be more specific.
she sighs rolling her eyes slightly and dropping her arms to the side, โsuguru, come on,โ sheโs turning from her spot in front of the television to look over into the kitchen where he stands preparing two mugs. โat least pretend like you want to watch something.โ 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 himโ especially when sheโs capable of causing it. โi donโt have to pretend.โ he speaks up, taking a pot of warm milk off the stove and pouring some within each cup. โbecause i actually do want to watch something with you.โ
โokay well we both have to contribute yaโ know?โ he looks so good, identical to that one sunset weโve all seen while we were in the car that was intriguingly beautiful but we knew we wouldnโt have time to pull out our phones to take a picture.. so weโd 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)
โi am contributing.โ he sets the pot down and finally his gaze meets herโs. 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.
โwell arenโt you gorgeous?โ itโs intoxicating almost, his voice, the hair thatโs running down his back and that physique that she finds such difficulty ignoring.
her eyes roll again and heโs 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, doesnโt it? itโs always like this.
itโs always when she craves him besides her and when she canโt 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 isnโt 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 sheโs the cellphone and heโs the charger coming to fuel her? perhaps thatโs a stretch. whatever, who cares.
his hand glides so smoothly when heโs practically holding a side of her face up within his palm. she didnโt even realize he was speaking until one singular word was being said repeatedly. โ..gorgeous, gorgeous girl.โ
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 sheโd 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. heโs leans down and his eyes close before his lips touch herโs and a familiar flame sparks in her chest.
theyโre soft and still to this day she doesnโt understand how theyโre so soft when everything else about him is hard. (apparently, you donโt need hard lips to be a sorcerer.)
thatโs all it takes, one contact and sheโs 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 theyโve been together she refuses to allow him to see any red on her like she has for him. โget away from me..โ she mumbles and sugurus chuckle is a little louder this time.
โand to say i wasnโt contributing.โ sugurus walking back to the two mugs as he speaks, heโs pulling out a spoon and dropping them into each mug giving it a stir.
โi still believe so, you never do when it comes to picking something.โ sheโs holding the remote to the television scrolling through various shows and movies.
โwell, i donโt believe in never.โ to no surprise suguru is soon carrying over the two mugs. he sets ynโs onto the coffee table in front of them before heโs sliding in close to her with his own cup. the liquid is brown, seemingly hot chocolate.
she clicks her tongue, โright..โ she drawls out, โand i donโt believe in always.โ 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.
โmaybe thatโs why weโre in love.โ he says and a smile cracks upon his features for the hundredth time that night as he drops his face closer to hers. โopposites attract, right?โ she clicks a button and a random movie begins and to her dismiss.. she didnโt know what it was and neither did she care.. similar to suguru?
โnever.โ is her response when she turns in his direction, theyโre practically swallowing each others breath due to the proximity but youโd 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 heโs still staring at her as if he doesnโt have a drink directly in front of him. his adamโs apple bobs as he takes gulps of that drink and she swears her entire body is lit aflame.
sheโs tingling and practically shivering but itโs due to nothing but excitement. she slightly wishes she could hear what heโs thinking at the moment but then again she believes she already knows. if his mind isnโt empty itโs 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 sheโd joke about slapping it off but damn it looks so good on him right now.
โalways.โ she donโt 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 wonโt deliver it to him right now. not after that stunt he just pulled.
so instead, โtsk.โ she clicks her tongue and looks back at the screen. he giggles before pulling her into him again and before he knows it sheโs snatching the cup from his hand and drinking from it herself.
โdidnโt want the one i made you?โ heโs leaning his head forward some to put his features back in her vision and he didnโt fail at all. โi can do both.โ she responds, his hand goes up to her hair as he nods his head with a smile. โgreedy?โ
โshut up.โ 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 canโt help the smile sheโs attempting to hide.
he glances at the television. back at her then back to the television. โwhatโs the show?โ
he blinks a few times and the two chuckle at the scenario. when it all comes down to it, neither individual cares whatโs 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 theyโre expecting to spare two glances at the television? not at all.
an; old stupid ass draft that i didnโt proofread but itโs been years and i miss it here, enjoy