Random Sokeefe Oneshots

Hair

Sophie lets a giggle escape from her lips, trying to hold back ungraceful fits of laughter. 

"What's so funny, Foster?" Keefe asks from behind her. He is weaving his hands through her hair, but she has no idea what it looks like. All she knows is that it tickles.

Sophie snorts in a very unladylike way, "It tickles." 

Keefe huffs, "Do you want me to stop braiding it?"

"No. I like it."

"You just said it tickles."

Sophie rolls her eyes, knowing he can't see them. She's about to let out another giggle when Keefe's hand brushes the skin of her neck. Sophie draws in a sharp breath, both loving and hating the way his skin burns against hers. It was the tiniest of touches, but it felt like much more. 

Sophie sighs contentedly, lashes fluttering closed. The early morning light seeps in through the windows, warming her face. Keefe has been working on her hair since he arrived. And he arrived in the dead of night. 

Keefe showed up at Havenfield when it was pitch black outside, due to his father's constant prattling about how 'Keefe needs to get his life together'. So he came to Sophie's. She couldn't sleep either, since she very rarely sleeps through the entire night, and Keefe decided to fix whatever bird's nest was on her head. 

"Not feeling very giggle-y anymore, Foster?" Keefe mutters. It's then she realizes how close he is to her face. His breath is tickling the spot underneath her ear, and a blush creeps up her cheeks. 

Sophie clears her throat, "No."

"What's this feeling radiating off you?" Keefe mocks. She would have rolled her eyes if she wasn't so flustered. "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about." 

Keefe leans in so she can feel his warm breath extremely close to her neck, "Is that so?" He whispers softly, making Sophie shiver. He gently rests his chin on her shoulder, somehow continuing to braid her hair. "Because your feelings beg to differ." 

Sophie gulps, "I-I..."

"Feeling flustered?" 

"You know I am." 

"Aww-"

"Just keep braiding." 

Keefe gently presses his lips to her cheek before pulling away, taking his warmth with him, "I love you too, Foster." 

Sophie huffs, crossing her arms. Then, she leans back all the way until her head is lying comfortable in Keefe's lap. She has a clear view of his flustered face. Sophie grins, watching as he fumbles to finish off the tiny braid. He clears his throat multiple times, trying to fight off the blush forming on his cheeks. 

"Is there a reason you're blushing like that, Sencen?"

"I'm not blushing."

"Aww, yes you are." 

"Are not!"

"Are!"

Keefe is silent for a few seconds, before mumbling, "Are not." 

This one is crazy short, but my brain can't do any more.