Conversations With The Moon (Bruno Mars One-Shots)

Finesse pt. 7

He gestures toward the necklace then looks at you. You nod and smile sweeps across his face putting his dimples on display. You lift your hair and hold it on one side of your neck as Bruno leans toward you and clasps the necklace around your neck. You let your hair go then look down at the pendant as you adjust the chain of the necklace. When you look up you see Bruno gazing warmly at you. His dark brown eyes are soft looking, the expression on his face is calm but more than that; there's something comforting about the way is eyes are focused on you.

In that moment you realize that you don't share silences like this with many people. Most silences require a deep connection with someone, usually family or a close friend. Despite that and though you haven't intimately known Bruno long this silence feels oddly comfortable. You smile at him. He reaches toward you and gently brushes some of your hair from your face. The outsides of his fingers run across your skin for just a second. You scoot closer to him, grasp his chin and press your lips to his. You kiss him deeply grasping his lips slowly opening your mouth over his upper lip. You draw back and pull your lips from his but before you can lean back enough to look at him, he kisses you back with the same depth. You giggle under your breath and he chuckles back.

"You're mine now," you say.

"I guess so." You feel his hand on your chin as he tilts it downward. You feel his lips press against your forehead. "How does your knee feel?" He peers deeply into your eyes.

"I'm starting to feel it now," you reply as you wince and shift your weight.

"Is there anything you need?"

"It just needs a little adjusting." Bruno stands quickly and walks over to your injured leg. He makes eye contact with you before he touches you. He lifts your leg slowly and carefully with one hand as he adjust the pillows it was resting on then he lets your leg down carefully again.

"How's that?" You nod and smile. He replies withe curt nod. He starts to sit down but stops himself and stands again. "Hungry?" In that moment you realize that it has been quite a few hours since your ate.

 "Yeah, actually." you laugh.

"Then that's it." He glances toward your kitchen and smiles.

"What?" You ask. "You wanna order something?"

"Nah, I'll do you one better." He looks at you and smiles. "I'll cook us dinner. Do you mind?"

"You cook?" You raise an eyebrow and tilt your head.

"Yeah, when I have the time and energy." He walks over to your kitchen and you look over your shoulder as he takes off his jacket and pushes his sleeves up just short of his elbows. He walks over to the sink, washes his hands and then walks over to your fridge where he takes a look inside. "Let's see what you've got in here."

"And what am I supposed to do while you chef it up," you ask smirking at him. He looks over and grins at you.

"Put on Netflix, watch an episode or two of your latest show and kick back. Dinner will be ready shortly." He winks at you and you laugh back. "Damn, was it too much?" You can't help the fit of laughter that washes over you as you watch him. "Shit, I thought that that was smooth." He grins and you grin back.

"No it's great, I didn't peg you as someone who likes to cook, that's all." You watch as he begins copping vegetable with ease and efficiently moving about your kitchen as though he's just as well acquainted with it as you are. You turn and let him get to it while you watch Netflix. Just he comes and set the food on the coffee table before the two of you his phone sounds. He quickly apologizes and you nod understandably as he answers it.