The Manual

6

'Sometimes, kiss her without a plan. Just like the day I fell in love with you without reason'

You and B/N were on a date. 

A movie date.

Cuddled up on the couch, sharing a blanket, snacks everywhere, it was pure and utter bliss. Your head was laid against his chest. His hand stroking your hair, and the other holding your hand. 

Sometimes he would kiss the top of your head. Or your knuckles. Or anywhere on your hand. Or anywhere he can. His kisses felt electric. Maybe even distracting but you still kept your focus on the movie.

On the contrary, B/N wasn't focused at all. He was busy staring down at your gorgeous features. 

Your hair, your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, your lips. How much he wanted to kiss them. But he also didn't want to distract you from the movie you're watching. That's why he's been kissing you everywhere he can for the last few hours. 

But he couldn't take it anymore. He stopped stroking your hair, making you glance up at him but immediately went back to the movie.

"Babe," he started. 

You hummed in response.

"Can you look at me please?"

You looked up at him.

"Sit up a little."

So, you did. Without warning, his lips crashed with your own.

It was a sweet kiss. You could feel nothing but his love for you in that one kiss. Naturally, you returned the kiss. Kissing him back with as much love as you can muster. You love him as much. You would say more, but it wasn't a competition. 

When you finally parted, he stares at you with (what you would call his) heart eyes. You felt a little shy and looked away.

"W-what was that for?" you asked him.

He just shrugged and replied with "I just wanted to."