fifty sokeefe kisses

(10) knuckle

"What's this?" 

Sophie glanced over her shoulder. "That's my iPod. Don't break it."

"Ohh. The thing Dex fixed for you?" Keefe asked, dangling the device between his two fingers.

"I said don't break it, Keefe," Sophie repeated, and turned her attention back to her homework. She let out a sigh at the sight of papers spread across her floor; her work had been steadily piling up throughout the week, and she regretted not having done it earlier.

There was a sudden press of warmth against her back as a pair of arms encircled her. "Keefe!" Sophie exclaimed, feeling her cheeks heat up. "Don't you have work to do, too?"

"I finished it already," he murmured into her shoulder. "Also, I'm bored."

She made a half-heart attempt to push him off, but gave up and let Keefe slump back over her. "Keeeefe," she groaned. "I need to do homework."

"What you need is a break," he replied, snuggling his face into the crook of her neck. "Your emotions reek of stress and it's making me stressed."

Sophie subconsciously leaned back into his comforting presence. "Fine," she said. "Do you want to get something to eat?"

"No."

"Do you want to visit Verdi?"

"What? Verdi hates me!" Keefe blurted, leaning over her shoulder to look at her.

Sophie smirked. "Exactly. It's funny watching her try to eat your hair."

Keefe didn't look amused. He let out a huff, unsettling his bangs over his forehead. "It's just further proof that all the ladies love my hair," he said.

"Whatever you need to tell yourself," Sophie replied, laughing. She shifted to face him, settling comfortably between his splayed legs while he pouted down at her.

"You know you love my hair," Keefe teased. His arms snaked around her waist and pulled her closer, bumping his nose against hers.

"Hmm," Sophie hummed, "maybe I do... and maybe I think you need a haircut." She reached up and threaded her fingers affectionately through his scruffy blonde hair.

"Rude," Keefe scoffed. He pressed a light kiss against her cheekbone and Sophie withdrew with a giggle. "What else do you love about me?"

She raised her eyebrows incredulously, but her hands dropped to rest on either side of his face. "Your eyes," she murmured, blushing, as her thumbs skimmed across his freckled cheeks.

Keefe's face turned red, as if he hadn't expected her to answer his question. "Oh," he replied. "...I like yours, too. Brown is cool."

"Not nearly as cool as ice blue," Sophie admitted.

"They're equally cool," Keefe declared. "And?" he added, grinning.

Without warning, she squeezed his face between her hands. Keefe let out an mmph in protest. "Your stupid face," Sophie mumbled, heating up under his disbelieving stare.

"I'm flattered," Keefe muttered. He squeaked when she squished his face harder and quickly pecked him on the lips.

"You're so weird," Sophie whined as he laughed.

Keefe laced his fingers through hers in silent apology, still grinning widely. "Anything else?"

Sophie hesitated, biting her lip for a second, before bringing their joined hands up to her face and gently brushed her lips against Keefe's knuckles. "Your hands," she whispered, barely audible, and she wanted to continue but was afraid it would sound stupid. "And..."

She could feel the heat rising on her face when she gently pressed their joined hands against his chest. His heart pulsed beneath her touch.

Keefe seemed to understand, though, and squeezed her hand in his. "Thanks for the ego boost," he said, grinning widely as Sophie groaned, and leaned in for another kiss.