Romantic One Shots (for The Lovesicks)

TV

As we sat on the couch, just chatting. The TV was playing some random movie we picked. Not like we were watching it anyways. We were just chatting.

There was a moment of silence as we went back to watching the movie.

There were tons of space on the couch, but we sat together since we shared a giant ass blanket. It was a cold night. I felt myself drifting away and woke up to find my asleep on his shoulder. My arms wrapped around his.

"God, I'm sorry. " I pulled away.
"it's alright, I don't mind.. "

There was silence again.

This time the silence was broke when I felt his finger on my hand. Under the blankets, his pinky tapped on my hand.

He slowly curled his finger on mine. I let it happen as I relaxed my hand for him to curl around. I felt his hand reaching closer. First it was his pinky, slowly his thumb, and then hi entire palm was holding my hand.

I was obviously flustered by that. I didn't know what to do.  I didnt mind it... It was nice.

He held my hand for the entire movie. Under rare occasions, he would rub his thumb on my hand. I felt my heart beat so fast whenever he does that. It warmed me in a way.

When the movie was over, we just sat there. His hands were still holding my hand, tight. He looked over to make sure I was OK.. And then he slowly pulled me towards him.

As he leaned into me, I slowly let my hands around around him. He made sure one last time I was OK with this and then we kissed. It was a slow 2 minute kiss but it felt like the world to me. I could feel his hands slowly moved their ways to my back, wrapping me in his hug. It was nice.

He pulled back to let us breath. The look in his eyes made me wanted more of him. There were rumours and talks about how he looked so scary and so strict. But this person here, hugging me, kissing me, making me feel so warm inside. This wasn't the same person. And I'm happy that he showed me this side of him. It made me felt special in a way.

He picked me up, bridal style, along with the blanket and brought me to his room. It was cozy. A nice ambient with a warm feeling. You can tell he likes black, judging by the blanket and wallpaper. He gently placed me on the bed and just looked at me for a second.

He leaned back in for another kiss, this time it was certain and passionate. He was sure of me. And I was sure of loving him.

He wrapped and turn until I was laying on his chest, still kissing. When I pulled back, a split second I can see a worry look, like he was worried I pulled back because I didn't want this.

There wasn't some hot sex or any sort of fetish plays.. It was just kissing. And hugs. It was a nice change.

He held me close and buried his face in my shoulder. I placed my hand on his hair and just stroked it. He let out a sigh when I did that.

When he pulled back so I can see his face, it was red and warm to the touch.

He gave me another kiss and buried his face back in my shoulder. This time he hugged me tighter and just snuggled closer to my face. It felt nice.

I gave myself a smile and just let myself drift away in his arms. I could hear his small snorers and heart beat. I didn't mind the noise, it felt safe like even when I'm asleep, I know he's here with me.

And I want to be here with him. And for him too. I love him and there's no other way to explain it.