It was easy to get lost in each other's eyes these days, as the alien and her human had recently discovered. One could simply be passing the television remote during hangouts, or the ketchup bottle during dinner (the alien was a huge ketchup freak and Tiffany had an aversion towards it so they compromised and agreed to buy 2 large bottles of ketchup—Taeyeon wanted five—every time they hit the groceries) and they would inadvertently find themselves locked into a stare down of some sort, intensely if they may put it.
Tiffany wasn't even sure what ran in her head most of the time it happens but oh boy, she did know she wanted to kiss Taeyeon or for Taeyeon to kiss her—the order didn't matter. It wasn't even a question of who's going to lean in first anymore because honestly, Tiffany was borderline desperate already. And the good thing about it was, the desperation seemed rather mutual.
Tiffany swears to god, the universe was on a plot against them. Interruptions happened far too timely and almost always when Tiffany was one step away from grabbing the alien by the collar of her shirt and kissing her silly. Other times, it happened when Taeyeon looked like she was the one about to give in. Tiffany immensely enjoyed those moments, with her heart hammering, every time she catches those green speckled brown eyes drifting down to her lips.
Said interruptions came in the form of a cellphone ringing, the kettle whistling, a framed photo falling off, a doorbell, a sudden power blackout—and if that didn't say much about the universe being against them, Tiffany wasn't sure what to make of these listed goddamn interruptions anymore.
The little good she got from them though, was seeing how Taeyeon's eyes cutely narrowed or the annoyed twitch in her brow before a small air awkwardness bubbled between them only to be broken by shy giggles or pocketed smiles.
That and there was this noticeable…tension building up. It started easy but as more certain circumstances occurred, it got very hard to brush off. And she was sure Taeyeon felt it too. The girl's raw and unabashed staring was enough to send unending chills up Tiffany's spine (in a good way of course) and tell her they were both on the edge.
"Fany," a small tug on her shirt sleeve snaps Tiffany out of her thoughts. She blinks, realizing she had zoned out and was absently staring at the blaring television. She turns her head away from the large screen and looks at Taeyeon who sat so close next to her when she vividly remembers that they previously had a throw pillow between them. Taeyeon blinks back at her, lips slightly curved upwards in her usual and default smile.
Tiffany's hand moves naturally and rests atop the girl's head, fingers curling through the soft blonde tresses of the alien. Her own movement surprised her and she stares at her hand like it was a foreign object. Taeyeon's head tilts and the girl leans forward, crossing whatever space was left between them, and fits her tiny self into Tiffany's arms. Tiffany smiles because even that seemed natural and she playfully tickles the back of Taeyeon's ear, earning herself a giggle.
"What is it?" Tiffany asks, not minding the pointed weight that was the alien's chin digging on her sternum as Taeyeon looked up at her.
Taeyeon grins. "Do you think I should dye my hair?"
Eyebrow arching, Tiffany blinked, "Now where is this coming from?"
Taeyeon's eyes suddenly narrowed and her lips formed a small pout. "You weren't watching were you?"
Tiffany looked at the television screen, noticing how the main character's hair had been dyed from ash brown to jet black. She chuckles guiltily and smiles apologetically at the girl who demanded for her attention away from work to watch a movie. She ruffles the alien's hair, "Sorry giggles, I got a bit lost in my thoughts."
