Imperfect match // Daiki Aomine (Kuroko no Basuke)

37. Kinda perfect

"Did you hurt yourself?" She asks in a caring way as he squints.

"I'm okay." He says smiling, staring at her and stroking her hair before pecking her.

She smiles back, now hugging him.

"Oh!" He jumps back realising why he fell. "I... I'm so sorry."

"What about?" She asks confused.

"I came... in you." She chuckles.

"It's fine. It's safe."

"I know, you said but still. I've never done that before. Isn't it gross?"

"Well. It feels gross now so I definitely need to clean up. But while we do it..., it's kinda hot."

"Really?" He asks unconvinced.

"Yeah. It's safe, but I think we should stick with condoms from now on."

This makes it sound like they will do it again and he's pleased.

"Anything you're comfortable with." He says, eager to make sure she feels safe, before dropping a light kiss on her inviting lips.

"You're so cute!" She says squishing his cheeks.

"I am not cute." He says leaning back, kneeling proudly, his head pushing the sheet still over them making it look a little comical. "I'm sexy." He says with a raspy voice.

"Yes you are. You are more than sexy. You're... you're..." She's not sure what word to use. "Gorgeous."

He can't contain a smile and falls back over her.

"Really?" He asks before kissing her.

"Oh come on! You're just fishing for compliments now!" She says pushing him off of her jokingly.

Trying to escape from under the sheet as she sits up now, she suddenly feels herself pulled by the waist and falls back in his arms.

She's about to fight back but, in the crook of his shoulder, she feels like she locks like a jigsaw piece and she doesn't want to move away anymore, stroking his soft skin.

The sheet then falls on them again and he pulls it off so that it covers them, both naked, on the floor at the bottom of the bed.

"You know most people use a bed when there's one available." She teases.

"I know. I like to be different." He answers, stroking her shoulder and squeezing her a little before kissing her forehead.

"I do need to clean up."

"Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about." She says sitting up again and looking back at him, laying with his arms under his head. "This is nice." She adds before standing up and walking to the bathroom.

He watches her and lets himself hope even though he tries to convince himself to just live in the moment and make the most of it.

In the bathroom, she thinks the same. She's loving every minute with him. The sex obviously but everything that comes with it. Maybe it's because of their friendship. But aren't couples friends after all? Supporting each other, having a good time together, being honest.

It's not just that and she knows it. He's the one she wants to see when she wakes up. He's the one she want to hug when she's upset. He's the one who's opinion matters the most. He's the one who's lips and touch have become so addictive that she loses all self control when she's close to him yearning for his intimate attentions.

Damn. Don't think. 'Just live in the moment and make the most of it'.

Is that a hickey? Wait... how many are there? Looking at them on her neck and chest, she thought she'd feel angry seeing that she specifically asked him not to do it but she realises that they were being so passionate, in trans, that he probably didn't even notice he did it.