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Started March 19, 2021 by Deleted user

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"…Sure. Let's-let's just go with that," he muttered the last bit under his breath quietly. "Can I have a kiss now?"

"No, you most certainly cannot. I thought I explained this thoroughly. Apparently not." He shook out his hair. "You aren't going to kiss me."

"Really? Just because I called you cute?" Beckett pouted, looking up at Simon with puppy dog eyes. "Please?"

"No. And don't think you can charm me into it. I can see through your lies from a mile away."

“Alright, fine. I guess we’ll just sit here then. Not making out.” Beckett looked around the room, trying not to look at Simon to drive the point home.

Simon moved from the couch and sat on the ground, his feet propped up on the couch, watching Beckett with his hands in the pocket of his hoodie.

“Oh cmon, come back.” Beckett remarked, tempted to fall to the floor with him. “You can’t deprive me of all affection.”

"I just did, and will continue to do so, until you say that I'm not cute." He glared at Beckett, crossing his legs, letting his arms rest on his knees.

Beckett frowned. “Okay, alright, fine. You’re not cute. Now come back.”

"Yeah, but do you mean it? Like really, really mean it?" He pursed his lips, popping the joints in his fingers.

“I- yes, absolutely. I do. You are not cute. I mean it.” Beckett glanced away for a split second, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“What is it now? You’ve gone all fidgety.” Simon got up and sat next to Beckett on the couch, crossing his legs again.

“I have not.” Beckett flopped unceremoniously onto Simon’s lap, looking up at him with a wide grin.

“Yeah, you were. You did the neck itch thing,” he pointed out, tracing flowers on Beckett’s thigh.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Beckett mumbled with a smile, closing his eyes happily and just enjoying the moment.

Simon scowled. “I’m going to bring that back up later,” he said, but continued his artwork on Beckett’s leg.

"Mm. Okay," Beckett mumbled. He could probably fall asleep like this, he thought. He mindlessly tracked the patterns that Simon was drawing with mild curiosity, taking his other hand in his and twining their fingers together.

“Are you tired? You can go to sleep, love.” Simon looked at Beckett, smiling slightly. “I won’t leave.”

Love. Beckett smiled softly, opening his eyes and peering up at Simon. “Love?” He stroked his thumb over Simon’s hand slowly, turning it over and pressing another kiss to his skin. He liked doing that.

"Yes? Is that alright with you?" Simon's eyebrows came together. "I didn't think about it before I said it."

Beckett laughed softly, more in happiness than amusement. "Yeah, it's okay with me. It's- it's nice," he hummed.

Simon gently touched the top of Beckett's head, then rested his chin on his shoulder, tucking his face into the curve between Beckett's neck and shoulder. "Good."

Beckett reached his free hand up and ran his fingers through Simon's hair, letting his eyes flutter shut softly once again. The whole moment was incredibly peaceful. "This is so domestic," he murmured softly.

"You aren't complaining," Simon said against Beckett's skin. He grabbed Beckett's hand and put it on his head. "Do that again."

With a small chuckle, Beckett happily continued running his fingers through Simon's hair. "Just like a cat," he mumbled with a sly smile.