An Order For Two [ Tronnor Oneshots ]

What's the definition of love?

There we were, just talking. About where we see ourselves aged 80, the craziest plane experience we've had, childhood memories. We talked about anything, everything.

I'm laying next to Troye, the light of my windows highlighting his beautiful features. We were discussing the most random things, yet they meant so much. Our hands were intertwined, he was facing me drawing light designs on my chest. He looked so peaceful, as we just laid there, facing each other, taking in each other's existence.

I finally speak up, after we both fell silent. "To think that life is so simple, yet we make it so complicated. Life is simply the existence of an individual human being or animal. We take it as this very complicated thing, twisting the real meaning."

He smiles slightly, still focusing on brushing his fingers against my chest. "What about love?" He asks quietly. "Is love a simple concept, and we just make it so difficult to understand?"

"Love is different. People are convinced that love is the most complicated thing in the entire world, yet it's not."

"And why is that, love?" I can't keep from smiling, as he lifts his gaze to my eyes. I start to lose myself in his blue gaze, and I feel as if I'm swimming in the bluest sea there is.

"Love is only complicated if you make it so. It depends on your view, your definition." I breathe, my eyes still locked in his. I reach my hand out and set it carefully on his jaw, as if not to destroy the beautiful art.

Setting my thumb on his bottom lip, he speaks up again. "What's your definition, then?"

"You. You are my definition. Every time I see you, no matter if I saw you the moment before, I lose my breathe. Every time we touch, my heart skips a beat. I can lose myself so easily, just simply by looking at you."

He beams, and I close my eyes. "The way you say my name after we come home from a long day. The way you always fall asleep during flights, right before we land. The way your lips always look swollen, yet they're just that way. I could go on forever, listing reasons why you, Troye Sivan Mellet, are my definition of love."

Opening my eyes, I watch as a single tear falls down the side of his temple. Instead of replying, he moves even closer, our faces now inches apart. I can't resist staring at his lips, two thick, red lines perfectly placed under his nose. Troye's hand presses against my chest, then moves to my back. He pulls me in, and our lips finally connect.

No lust, no need for each other, just love. My skin tingles as he pushes on top of me, straddling my waist. Our lips are still touching, sending waves of excitement down my back. Troye pulls away and rests his forehead on mine.

"Connor Joel Franta."

"Yes?"

"I love you so fucking much."

"Oh really?"

"Mhm. Oh, and I'm going to have to disagree with your definition of love."

"You don't /have/ to."

"Shhhhh." He says, pressing his index finger to my mouth.

"Fine, then what is your definition?"

"This—" Troye says, and before he gives me time to process what he said, he dips his head back down. Our lips meet once more, and I can feel fireworks exploding. It feels as if I'm floating through the air, weightless.

"Connor... Joel... Franta... you... are... the... love... of... my... life..." Troye manages in between kisses. I smile into the kiss, and he just presses deeper into the kiss, making me lose myself all over again.

"You... are... too..."

A/N:

So I have a dilemma... I get angry while writing, because my sentences are all structured the same. -pronoun action, conjunction pronoun action description- AND I DON'T KNOW WHY but it bothers me, a lot.

Tell me if you notice because I hate it and I feel like it gets annoying to readers.

k, BAI!