TMD: Preferences|Imagines|Oneshots 2

kiss (f.r.) (requested)

(A/N: This oneshot was requested by kaya_015. I hope you like it! The song in the title is a reference to the song of the same name by Prince. Now, on with the oneshot!)

       I was deep into my book, waiting for homeroom to start, when I felt a pair of lips against my cheek. Smiling, I turned to see my boyfriend, Fulton, standing back up next to me. We said our 'good mornings' to each other as he went to go sit with his friends.

       As he walked away I quickly wiped my cheek, feeling the residue from his chapstick still there and it was giving me sensory issues. I didn't think anything of it as I went back to my book. I snuck a peek over my shoulder at Fulton and the Ducks only to see Fulton frowning in my direction. I sent him a questioning look but he just waved me off.

       'Weird.' I thought, going back to reading.

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       The next time I saw Fulton was in History class, three periods later. He again greeted me with a kiss on the cheek which I happily accepted. After he took his seat, I again felt the residue of chapstick and quickly wiped it off.

       During the lesson, Fulton and I would usually pass notes to each other but for some reason he never sent me any today. I wanted to send him one of my own but when I looked over at him, he looked engrossed in the lesson so I decided to leave him be. I'd talk to him after class anyway.

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       At lunch, I sat with Fulton and his friends as usual. We all were joking around and laughing when I felt Fulton place another kiss on my cheek. I returned the gesture, knowing that these particular lunchroom monitors were really lax when it came to PDA. Once again, I quickly reached up and wiped the chapstick residue off my cheek.

       Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Fulton roll his eyes and give a sigh before getting up to throw his trash away. Concerned, I followed him.

       "Hey, babe. What's wrong?" I asked, throwing away my own trash.

       "Nothing." He said, gruffly.

       Tilting my head to the side, I reached out and grabbed his hand. "Fult..."

       "It's just..." He trailed off.

       "You can tell me anything, Fulton. That's what I'm here for." I said, swinging our hands slightly.

       "Why do you keep wiping off my kisses?" Fulton asked, quietly.

       "Why do I what?" I asked, not understanding.

       "Every time I kiss you on the cheek, you keep wiping them off when you think I'm not looking." He said, looking at me sadly.

       "Oh! No! I'm not wiping off your kisses! It's just your chapstick. It leaves a stickiness on my cheek that gives me sensory issues so I wipe it off without thinking." I explained.

       "Really?" Fulton asked, relieved.

       "Definitely! I love your kisses!" I said, earnestly.

       "Oh. Good." Fulton said, with a laugh. "I'll try to keep the chapstick lighter then."

       "Thank you." I said. I leaned up and placed a kiss of my own on his cheek. I laughed as he exaggeratedly wiped it off his own cheek.

       We went back to his friends and fell back into the conversation easily. The next time he placed a kiss on my cheek, I didn't feel the stickiness. I sent him a quiet 'thank you' and he smiled back at me. No more sticky kisses.

(A/N: Thanks again to kaya_015 for the request. I hope you liked it! That's all for now! Until next time! Thanks!!)