Phan One Shots

Sensual Touches

Description: very fluffy drabble about Dan describing Phil's innocent and not so innocent touching
A/N I currently should be working on my project and doing homework, but A class procrastinator here! A/N
I felt Phil lightly stroke my palm and the top of my hand, making circle like movements with his thumb and forefinger. I turn my head towards him excepting him to be giving me a smile, but no he was still focused on the anime on our T.V.
That cute little, fuck. I bet he didn't even realize what he was doing. I smirked letting my dimple show.
Phil always loved to poke my dimple. He would always poke the crevice in my cheek and give me a dorky smile. I always tried to act like I was annoyed at his child-ish actions, but I always ended up smiling and blushing.
Sure, Phil was usually child-ish and innocent, but sitting there zoning out on the anime and focusing on memories with Phil; I came across that one time we had dinner with his parents.

"It's lovely seeing you again, Dan," Mrs. Lester smiled at me across the table. "Thank you, I am glad I could taste your amazing cooking," I replied. "Mom's the best!" Phil stated beside me. I felt his hand as he rubbed his fingers over my knee, underneath the table cloth. "So, Dad, how's work been?" He asked as he slowly rubbed my knee bringing his had up to my thigh. I had to struggle not to choke on the water I was drinking, as my face heated up. "Bloody awful! But, what do you expect? It's work after all," he exclaimed. I stared at Phil who was nodding his head at his dad, acting totally oblivious to the fact his hand was stroking my inner thigh. I attempted to brush his hand off, but he just switched from rubbing to kneading. My face flushed and I could feel that I was on the verge of getting a problem in my pants. I turned to look at him. That sly mother fucker was stabbing broccoli with his fork and smirking. "Dan, are you alright? You look like you have a fever." Mrs. Lester looked at me worriedly. "Oh no, Dan. I really hope you aren't getting sick!" Phil stated. Concerned plastered on to his face, as he then shot me a private wink. "I'm-I'm fine. Just a li-little hot, I guess." Phil's hand moved dangerously close to my crouch, and oh god I have a problem in my pants now. "Just a little hot?" Phil whispered huskily, as he shot me another wink. "Hmmm? What was that, honey?" Mrs. Lester asked. Phil quickly put on a innocent, caring smile. "I was just asking Dan, if he should go lie down. What do you say, Dan?" I gulped as he lightly swirled his fingers up and down. "I can come to take care of you?" Phil added. "Yes!" I answered too quickly and too loudly, as we got up from the dinner table. The Lester's gave us strange looks as we practically sprinted to Phil's bedroom. He is such a fucking tease.
I was yanked back into the present as I felt Phil's fingertips run through my hair, catching bunches of strands and twisting them. His cerulean eyes were now on me. He played with my unstraightened fringe. He massaged my scalp with his digits and pulled in the right places.
"I love you," the words rolled off my tongue,"and all of your touches." He smiled at me and removed his hand from my hair. He then proceeded to touch my nose with his forefinger. "Boop. I love you too, Bear."
A/N that was fun