Warning: really soft, inferred hookups
Pairing: B.P x reader
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HER AND BORIS SAT IN THE CRAPPY RESTAURANT downtown, she noticed the blush settle on Boris' cheeks when she caught him staring at her. They had just come to eat after Y/N stayed the night at his house, of course she realised now that this was more than just a "no strings attached" arrangement. And she saw the feelings she had for him were being reciprocated.
He took the paper cover off of the straw and pushed it to the end so he could promptly blow through it to make the paper hit Y/N in the face. After doing so, therefore catching her attention, she balled up a napkin and threw it at him. The waiter came with the cheque.
After chasing each other home, Boris was quick to launch himself onto her bed and grab for her to lay with him, Y/N seemed to have other ideas when she wriggled out of his grasp and rifled through all of his clothes scattered across her bedroom floor.
"Come back детка"
"Hold on Boris, just a sec"
The boy continued to whine for her to come back to him, causing her to roll her eyes and continue looking through his clothes. She found a shirt and changed into it then turned around and found Boris staring at her, his mouth slightly agape despite the many times he had seen her wearing less clothing than just one of his shirts, in fact she had often been around Boris wearing his hoodies or shirts.
She sighed at the boy in front of her and got back into bed with him, switching on the T.V for him to watch whilst she faced him and gazed at his wispy features until she fell asleep.
He sat up in her bed and saw she wasn't there. After checking the time he figured she wouldn't have gone out, especially at 2 in the morning. He crept down the stairs and watched her make tea in the kitchen while she hummed a recognisable song. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she didn't jump or flinch like he thought she would. Instead she carried on pouring the water into the mug and hummed as her dainty hands worked.
Boris had always admired how her hands looked, they were so small and soft and they moved with such grace. He held her hand and spun her around so she was now facing him. He pulled her into a hug and she put her arms around his neck so he could swing her side to side around the kitchen.
Theo had always told Boris how sickly sweet it would be to dance with someone at 2 in the morning. However with the lit candles and how warm her body was against his own, Boris couldn't see how gross it was. He hadn't heard of such actions before but now he was doing it, he quite enjoyed it.
He turned to her Polaroid on the table and she quizzically looked at him as he took photos of her in front of the flowery wallpaper she had always hated. The photos developed and he looked to her in real life and her in the photos and saw he liked her when she wore the colour black. She put her head on his arm and Boris discovered how different she acted with him compared to with her friends.
He noticed how she was quieter around him but she was definitely still herself, he saw it in the facial expressions she made. With their friends she was louder and put on this sort of mask. He knew because he had done the same, hell, sometimes he still did but he definitely preferred her when it was just both of them alone and she felt she could be herself.
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