“You look beautiful when you concentrate.”
You were painting a picture of a landscape, flourished with vast, rolling hills and prominent rocky waterfalls. It was hard work but you knew that it would be worth it once you’d finished.
“Shut up, Peej. I need to focus!” you said, chuckling as he winked at you.
“I can’t help it y/n. D’ya want a cuppa?” he asked. He collected the empty mugs that were scattered around the room as they had gathered over a tea-drinking binge that you seemed to go on every so often.
“Sure thing, cowboy.”
As he went to make tea, you continued painting your landscape. So far, it looked quite strange. Certain places were coloured and others weren’t, leaving an odd patchy picture that confused the naked eye. The pencil outline you had used to create a guideline for you to follow was rather faint and hard to see from a distance.
Shocking you into consciousness from your little daydream was the sound of PJ shutting the living room door. You always seemed to zone out to your own little world, as though your mind is a procrastinating tool of it’s own.
“I’ve got your tea!” he said, strangely enthusiastic over the steaming mug.
“Thank you,” you say, blowing the hot liquid in an attempt to cool it. You taste it and it burns the tip of your tongue. “oh shitty fuck, fuck fuck fuck. Owchies, oh my God.”
“Maybe you should wait a little while before you drink it, ya mook.” He pats your back and goes to fetch you a glass of cold water.
He holds the glass to your mouth as you drink, cooling and soothing your blistering tongue.
“Better?” he asks, sympathetic.
“Not entirely.” you smirk.
“How so?”
You put the glass down on the desk and turn to face him.
“Kiss it better!”
Without hesitation, he places his hands tenderly upon your cheeks, his fingers tracing your cheekbones. You close your eyes and you feel his lips soft against yours. He breaks away only to return to your mouth with affectionate, feathery pecks.
“How about now?” he asks, smiling.
“Much better.”
