Crush/Boyfriend Imagines

20 questions

"what do you love on me?"

it was a rather specific question, though it still could be interpreted with thousands of meanings and answered with another thousand replies.

b/f glanced at you. his pools of e/c eyes seeping into you, crawling over your skin, you could almost feel his vision on you - goosebumps appeared on the skin his eyes glazed over. his pupils kept dashing from left to right, right to left, as he stared into your own eyes.

"i love it when..." he trailed off, somehow hoping you would get what he wished to say. but of course you didn't - how could you, when there were so many answers possible?

the dim light of the candle shone and flickered, eyelashes over his eyes casting long, thin shadows over his cheeks as though he was crying black. the rest of the room was drowsing in dark, engulfed by shadows.

b/f's hands clutched the blanket that was spread around you, halfway covering you, halfway just dangling off the side of the bed. he averted his eyes and smiled.

then, he abruptly leaned forward to hide his face in the blanket. he mumbled something.

"what did you say? i couldn't hear," you whispered to him, leaning your head closer so that your voice could be directed right into his ear.

you both returned to your previous positions, sitting across from each other.

"i love it when you kiss my forehead."

there you had it, a rather specific answer for such a specific and yet a wide question. you would never have guessed he'd say that. it was such a small thing you'd often do, in the same manner as a loving mother would to her child - you thought nothing of it, did it by memory and reflex alone without even realizing it sometimes.

you were glad that even, on the first thought, a thing that could be considered meaningless, meant so much to him. you were glad that he remembered that, and that he noticed and appreciated it.

mirroring his soft smile, you scooted closer and placed a gentle peck on his forehead.

b/f grew shy upon this action of yours, but didn't try to hide his face like previously.

taking this as a good sign, you continued, "and what more do you love?"

his eyes darted to yours again, searching for hints of teasing, mockery perhaps - when they found none, when they found you were asking sincerely, genuinely wanting to know, they relaxed. eye lids closing by a mere millimetre, he uttered, "i love it when you let me lay my head on your lap."

as if on cue, you moved your seating position, your back against the wall and legs outstretched in front of you. without thinking further, he lay down, placing his head on your thighs, burrowing his head against your belly. even though the fabric of the clothing you wore, you could feel every crevice, every nook of his face that came to become so familiar.

"is there anything else you love?" you questioned further, keeping your voice just barely above a whisper.

"i love it when you scratch the back of my head and neck - yeah, just like that," he melted into your touch, feelings your fingers brush through his h/c hair. he hummed in response, hands embracing your waist tightened their hold.

staying like that for a few seconds, a cozy atmosphere in the room, the faint scent of the burning candle floating in the air, time clicking away slower and slower...

"but what i love the most is," he began again, articulating the words lazily, "is when i can tell you," he paused, rushing nowhere, "that i love you," he turned his head so that he could look up at you, "and when you tell me," you bent your head down to give him a kiss on the lips, "you love me back."

you couldn't help but chuckle softly. he returned the smile, teeth showing.

"i love you."

"i love you back."