Don't Come Back For Me

A Little Bit of Glitter... (P1)

       As you and Rick sat on the couch, relaxing after the lovely scene in the ship earlier today, Rick held you against him. He moved slightly, laying down and pulling you, essentially, on top of him. You were currently watching the very first romantic comedy you'd watched together, before Rick disappeared and you realized the movie was almost a warning for what was to come. 

       "See," you adjusted yourself, making it so your shoulder wasn't digging into Rick's stomach, "right there, they totally shoulda kissed. They both totally want it, but they're playing dumb. They both know what's up, but they think they're wrong, so they're not doing nothing." You grumbled, "Just do the thing already. Do the thing!" 

       "Calm down, kid, you know it's coming up. Give it time. You've already seen this." Rick rubbed your side, shushing you. "I refuse to be shushed by such a simple explanation. The fact that I've already seen this makes me wanna fast forward to the happy parts! I don't wanna cry over the same movie twice, you know."

        "It's literally fifteen minutes away. Then you get the happy stuff. Shush." Rick kissed the top of your head and you grumbled quietly, waiting impatiently for the two to get jiggy with it already.

        In those 'short' fifteen minutes, you'd experienced multiple emotions. First, anger, because who doesn't get angry when somebody leaves, knowing full well the second protagonist loves them back? Then there was the paranoia, the fear that they wouldn't return, even if you'd seen the movie a million times. Some directors were just that good. Then, you had the sadness, because, hey, you have to watch the protagonist fight tearfully to get them back and finally say how they feel out loud. It always takes an epic tragedy to bring it out, but it's great in the end. And, finally, the elation, when the two finally meet up.

       "See," you wiped the tears from your eyes and cheeks, "that's what I like. I'm a baby when it comes to this crap, no matter how many times I see it." You looked up to see Rick stonefaced, no emotional reaction, nothing close to the rollercoaster you just got off of. "Really?" He looked down at you, his brow furrowed, "What?"

       You rolled your eyes and continued watching the movie, squealing when the two finally 'did the thing'. 

        When the movie finally ended, you sat up and stretched, comfy in your 'Fuck You' pajamas once again. They'd become your official set, mostly because they were Rick's favorite. "What?" Rick questioned yet again. You finished stretched and crossed your arms with a huff, looking away dramatically. 

       Rick sighed and stood, walking into the kitchen after a moment. If he was guilty, you were gonna milk it, give it your best dramatic performance yet until he finally realized his 'no emotion' tactic got him nowhere.

        However, it was evident that he was, in fact, not guilty as he wandered back into the living room with two cans of grape soda. He placed one in your lap and sat back down, "What?" He was whining now, apparently unaware that he was dealing with the most stubborn, petty creature in existence: you.

       You rotated, your entire body now facing away from him as you daintily held the can in your fingers and pried the top open, taking an exaggeratedly long drink before sighing obnoxiously. You knew you were winning when arms shot over and snaked around your middle before you were dragged back into his lap, his can having been left elsewhere. "(Y/N), what'd I do?" He urged you to answer, holding you flush against his chest. You folded your arms over your middle yet again, the soda can still held in one hand, "You didn't care at all when they were torn apart, nor did you show any emotion when they were brought back together by luck alone."

        Rick sighed, "Are you seriously upset eugh with me for that?" You nodded, "You didn't show emotion. You didn't cry or laugh. I was crying like a baby and you were a brick wall." You huffed dramatically, "It's like I don't even know you." Rick stared down at you for a moment, slightly worried.

        He soon caught on when you broke into a fit of laughter, "Nah, it's good. Honestly, if I wasn't such a baby, I probably would've done the same." Rick rolled his eyes and grinned down at you, "Look into acting, kid." 

       You laughed, moving to sit up. Your necklace tugged and you laid back down. "Alright, don't move. I doooon't wanna break this." You tugged the necklace slightly, finding that it was stuck, luckily enough, on Rick's belt. You groaned and rotated, trying to pry it off. "Don't you get any ideas, or I'll kill you." Rick laughed as you worked the chain, only succeeding in getting the small vial of glitter stuck.

        "Nononono," you moved slowly, trying to get the glitter off. In an unfortunate series of events, you watched in horror as the lid popped off and glitter spilled all over Rick. Well, more specifically, his crotch. "Oh, come on," he moved to stand and you stopped him, "No! Don't move! I gotta get it back somehow." You slowly moved off of him, grabbing the small plastic bottle. "I'm not letting this get away from me so easily."

       "What's so important about that thing?" You held the bottle in front of Rick, "You should know. 'Don't let anybody take away your sparkle, kid'. You gave it to me before you left." Rick nodded, "I know, but why do you keep it?"

       "Because it's special. It's my lucky charm. Now sit down so I can rescue it. Don't move your happy ass one inch." You crouched down in front of him, "Jesus Christ, I swear if this gets any worse, I'm gonna shoot myself with that damned confetti gun. Don't you dare say anything." You glared up at Rick before you slowly dragged the bottle across the crotch of his pants, gathering the small particles. 

       You sat there, muttering, "I swear to God if you say anything, my foot'll be so far in your ass..." 

       As soon as you gathered as much glitter as you could with that simple technique, you glanced up at Rick. He was red faced, looking away as he bit his knuckle. You rolled your eyes, "Don't you dare move." 

       Slowly, you brushed your fingers lightly along the material, gathering as much glitter as you could. You found that the more you brushed, the more Rick bit his knuckle. And it didn't take long for you to find out why. "I'm not saying anything, you better not eugh say anything."

       You rolled your eyes, singing, "Easily excitable little shit." 

       You continued gathering glitter, trying your damnedest to ignore the fact that you now had an excited man sitting before you as you brushed glitter from his obvious erection. Every gay man's dream, right?

       It took ten minutes to get the glitter off of Rick, gathering as much as you could. When you finished, he was absolutely trembling. You sat on the floor and fixed your necklace, hearing him breathe heavily. He was still biting his knuckle, not looking at you. His face was absolutely red as he looked over his left shoulder, his pants appearing awfully tight. 

       With a small smile, you pulled the necklace off and sat in front of him on the floor still. You sat up and placed your hands on either of his knees, running them up along his thighs.

       "Kid, don't play like that. This is already a problem, don't make it worse." Rick's voice was strained.

       "Who said I was playing?"