Kisses

twenty-seven

"Whip cream in the morning?" I smile wrapping my arms around misha.
"Waffles."
"Mmm you seem happy." I push my lips to his.
"I feel happy."
"That's good." I kiss his neck
"You seem very turned on."
"A little but I'm more hungry then anything."
"Well here we go." Misha grabs the plate of waffles and goes to the table.
"Man have I told you how much I love you?"
"Yes. You have."
"Cause waffles? Kissing? Cute comments? Holy shit I love you."
"Holy shit I love you too." He kisses me.
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"Is it ok?" I look at the scar on his stomach.
"Yeah, its a little gross to look at but also fun?"
"Can I touch it?"
"Yeah." I hover my hand over the scar.
"Are you sure?"
"Its ok." I put my finger on it and then jumo back.
"Oh oh my god! That's so weird!"
"I know right." Misha laughs.
"That's weird." I shake my hands.
"You are so weird."
"Look at how crazy you are."
"Its gross."
"I kinda agree." He pulls his shirt back down.
"Does it hurt?"
"Mmm no."
"What about when you lay on it?"
"Eh. Not really."
"Hmm."
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"Babe?" Misha shouts.
"I'm in the bedroom!" I shout back. He walks in and smiles.
"Hey."
"Hey." I put my computer down as he crawls on top of me. He pushes his lips to mine. "Mmm how are you?" I run my hands down his back.
"I'm good can you do me a favor?"
"Anything."
"Come to dinner with me tonight?"
"Like a date?" I smile.
"Yes like a date."
"Ok is there a special occasion for this?"
"Nope I just wanna be with you. Somewhere not in side this place."
"You don't like our perfect apartment?" I pull him farther up.
"I love it but I'd prefer we go on a date for once."
"Ok."
"Ok?" Misha cocks his head.
"I will go on a date." Misha sighs and gets up off me. "What?"
"I want you to go on a date with me not just have to. Its annoying all we do is wake up, eat, watch t.v, have sex go to bed."
"I want to go on a date with you babe?" I get up and grab his arm before he could walk off. "I love you baby please? Will you go to dinner with me?" I ask. He nods looking at the floor. "I love you Misha." I run my hand up his arm. "I love you." I whisper.
"I love you, too."
"I love you more. Like a lot more and don't you dare fight that."
"Why don't you ever like bring me on dates? Or bring me outside or take pictures of me and post them on twitter?"
"I didn't know that's what you wanted."
"It is.. I wanna be shown off I want you to rub it in peoples face that I'm yours."
"Ok I will. I will start treating you like a god. I'm sorry I didn't do any of that."
"Its okay." I pull him over and kiss him.
"I love you, mish." I whisper. He nods. I pull him down onto the bed and nibble his neck. Misha giggles but doesn't protest. "Where is our date gonna be or am I planning it?"
"I was thinking just Denny's."
"Perfect."
"You aren't like... Upset that I told you the truth?"
"No please do that more."
"You sure?"
"Yes." I kiss him.
"Ok.."
"I love you, misha and no matter what you tell me that annoys you I will change for you ok? I love you."
"Don't change everything because some of those things that annoy me are what I love about you."
"Yeah? Like what?"
"Like when you wake up you can't just wake up no you have to moan and strech which wakes me up but then I love it because sleepy you is so cute. And I love how when we watch movies you look at me whenever something happens and I kinda really like that but it also annoys me. And I love how when you get out of the shower you come out in a towel and you just walk around for hours before changing. And as much as I hate you getting the bedwet and stuff I love seeing you like that."
"Anything you absolutely want me to change about myself?"
"Nothing. All I want is more dates."
"I can do that."