Sander Sides One Shots

Butterflies In My Stomach (Prinxiety)

A/N (I believe the author of this is obviouslyelementary from tumblr)

Roman swallowed thickly, his legs trembling a bit. A took three deep breaths and closed his eyes, the hands tight around the flowers.

As soon as he opened his eyes again, after sinking down, he felt the heaviness in his eyes. He blinked his eyes open, biting his bottom lip, his breath shaking again. That room still gave him the creeps.

"Of course it does Roman, you've been here what? Two times?" he asked to himself, sighing and shaking his head. "Focus. Focus" he looked around again and froze, seeing the other trait in the kitchen, making something. Probably hot chocolate.

Thankful for being wearing his socks, he walked to the kitchen slowly, his body trembling as he approached the dark figure. He held back a groan as he pushed his hair away from his face. This whole 'being anxious' thing was too annoying for his liking. He approached the trait slowly, moving the hand with the flowers to his back and the other over his shoulder, touching him.

That... earned a jump and two wide eyes turning to him, before he relaxed.

"Roman, for god's sake, why did you come here so... quietly?" Virgil asked, putting his mug down and turning around. He furrowed his eyebrows, lifting his hand and pushing Roman's fringe off his face. "You guys get ruined when you come down here, seriously" he chuckled and Roman smiled a bit, shrugging.

"Make up is nice sometimes" he said and fixed his back, cleaning his throat. "I... um... I came here because... well... You know, after our little fall out the otrher day..."

"Roman" he said, and he looked at Virgil, who was smiling softly. "Don't sweat it. I forgave you guys and you guys forgave me. It's all settled now yeah?"

"Yeah..." he mumbled and bit his lip as Virgil turned away to grab his mug and turned around again. "Still An... Virgil" he tried, and he looked up again. "I still feel sorry. I was the last to accept you... at least to myself" he chuckled and looked down before he sighed. "Just... here" he pulled the flowers from his back, handing the black roses to Virgil. "I thought they would... give a little life to the place"

"Oh..." he mumbled and slowly the flowers were taken away from Roman's hand. "I'll find a vase for it, wait a second" he said, rushing around and grabbing a big glass, filling it with water and putting the flowers in before returning, smiling. "Thank you Roman. That was really nice of you"

"Maybe I'm learning with Patton" he chuckled quietly and looked at the other trait, tilting his head. "But can I... Can I do something else?"

"What?" Virgil asked, eyes narrowing. Roman chuckled and shrugged.

"Close your eyes"

"Your eye shadow is getting darker, why are you anxious?"

"Just close your eyes if you trust me"

Virgil narrowed his eyes before slowly closing them, a frown on his face. Roman's heart fluttered at the act of trust and he took a deep breath, leaning close, a bit down, tilting his head and closing his eyes.

Their lips touched, and he expected a slap on his face.

Nothing came.

He pulled away, eyes fluttering open, and Virgil was there, his eyes still closed, lips slightly parted, makeup almost gone. He opened his eyes slowly, eyes shining, looking at Roman and making him gasp quietly. He was so beautiful...

"Roman..." he breathed out, lifting one hand to his lips, and Roman chuckled nervously, his body squirmy and weird, insecure.

"I kind of discovered... that all the hatred I felt was actually... me denying myself" he mumbled and scratched the back of his head. "Sorry for giving you so much problem... All these months, and now even"

"Roman?" he asked, and Roman looked at him. "Close your mouth"

"D-did I"

"Shut it" Virgil groaned and grabbed his face, kissing him again and making Roman close his eyes and melt against the trait, holding his waist and pulling him close, just as Virgil slid his arms around his neck, pulling him down and tilting his head, deepening the kiss and tangling his fingers on Roman's hair.

It wasn't fireworks.

But there were definitely some butterflies in his stomach.