He likes to brush her freshly washed hair at night. His gentle caresses with the hair brush make her nearly fall asleep, but his slight tugs keep her head from falling down to her chest. He loves bending his head down and smelling her shampoo. He loves when he smells the fruity distinctness of wild berries. It's his shampoo. He'll always murmur, "Don't fall asleep on me, darling. Let me finish your hair and then we can sleep, yeah?"
He loves to sit in the dressing room with her in stores, watching her model. He'll add little remarks such as: "Yes! Work it, baby!" or "Your ass is looking so lovely." He enjoys watching her check herself out and loves flustering her with his comments.
He enjoys watching her cook. Sits on the counter for hours, just keeping his eyes trained on her. He insists he's learning from her, but he just loves watching her in her own element, focusing on nothing but the task at hand.
He'll latch himself onto her from behind, walking around the room attached to her, until she's complaining to threatening to kick him in the shin. And even then, he'll drop his head to her shoulder and whine, "But I just wanna be close to you!"
He'll do the laundry and wear her clean underwear on his head as a bandana.
Write poetry about her and then bashfully refuse to admit it.
He talks to her when she's asleep and he can't sleep.
He squishes her cheeks together with one hand until her lips are puckered and then mocks her when she tries to speak. ("What was that love? Hmm? Can't understand you.")
He loves tickle fights with her more than anything because she'll always insist she's bigger and stronger than him until he's tickling her and she's screaming that she has to pee. Then, he releases her and lets her wipe her tears before lunging in to kiss her breathless.
He flicks her forehead when she's being annoying. She always holds the inflicted area and complains, "Ouch! You asshole!"
He insists love boners are real and they occur to him when she's laughing so hard with her head tilted back that she chokes on her spit.
He loves telling her she's the prettiest crier he's ever met every time she cries. He runs his fingers through her lashes and cups her cheeks, murmuring, "Poor baby. My poor baby."
He threatens to take her over his knee way more often than he actually does.
Absentmindedly runs his thumb across her ring finger while watching a movie or driving.
Murmurs, "you're so pretty...are you an angel?" to her drunkenly with a crooked smile and fond eyes, slowly caressing her cheek. "are you my angel?"
He uses the hard "dom voice" when she's particularly acting up, but when she quietly apologizes and looks sad, his eyes soften and her tells her to be a good girl for him.
He nuzzles his face into her shoulder when he's high, whining for attention.
Exaggerates his breathing when she's panicking and crying to remind her to breathe. Holds her shoulders and says with a hard voice, "Hey. Listen to me. Listen to my breathing."
He almost always wolf whistles at her, pulling his sunglasses down to his nose when she walks out of the bathroom in her bikini, adjusting his shorts when she rolls her eyes and walks in front of him.
He always whispers after a fight with sad eyes and a quivering mouth, holding her face in his palms, "Love me?"
