KotLC Oneshots

"Maybe I just want to hear you say it." Tiana

@descendantstexts and @clarangelll both requested a Tiana oneshot, so I wrote this one. I really like it, actually, and I'll be doing a short part two. Enjoy! As always, feel free to comment or PM me requests.

Tam opened the door to find Biana standing on his doorstep. "Oh, Linh's not here. She should be back soon."

"I'm not here to see Linh," Biana said, gracefully stepping around him.

"Sure, invite yourself in," Tam muttered under his breath. Biana ignored him.

"I'm here to see you. I feel like you and I never get to spend time together."

Tam closed the door, confused. "Why would you want to spend time with me?"

"I think you already know." Biana stepped in a little closer, forcing herself to meet his gaze.

"Maybe I just want to hear you say it," Tam replied.

Biana bit her lip. "I guess, I just think you are . . . an amazing person." She averted her eyes.

"Not nearly as amazing as you," he murmured, leaning his head down closer to hers.

She bit her lip harder until it turned white. "Don't do that," he whispered, brushing his finger over her lip until she stopped chewing it. He tucked a single stray hair behind her ear, a gesture he did without thinking to Linh. It had so much more meaning with Biana; everything did.

He gently pressed his other hand into the small of her back, and she gasped slightly, curling her hand against his chest. Her other hand wandered up to twirl his bangs around her fingers. The tips were softer than she would've guessed. Her hand finally rested on the back of his neck.

Tam tilted his head, bringing it closer still to Biana's. Her soft pink lips parted ever so slightly in response. He took a breath, steeling his nerves before finally pressing his lips to hers.

The kiss was soft, gentle, and sweet. But after years of romantic tension, casual flirting and stolen glances, Biana wanted more. She kissed him harder, pushing him back against the door. Her hand gripped his shirt, and his hand tangled into her curls, pulling her closer to him. They both felt the same urgency, increased by the fact that Linh might come home at any minute.

After a moment, Biana pulled away. Tam looked at her, concerned. His hair was ruffled, sticking up in some places, and his shirt was wrinkled. Biana was sure she looked just as disheveled.

"I just," she started, suddenly shy. "I don't want you to get sick of me."

"Biana. Biana, look at me." He placed his hand under her chin until she looked up at him. "I could never get sick of you." She nodded.

He looked into her eyes. "Never."