@blue_topaz
I leaned towards him and reached out with my hands, slipping them into his. "Like this, Mercutio? Or do you like them better cupping your cheeks?"
I leaned towards him and reached out with my hands, slipping them into his. "Like this, Mercutio? Or do you like them better cupping your cheeks?"
I interlaced our fingers immediately. “Don’t make me pick.” I hummed, running my thumb over her knuckles.
I merely smiled. "And you?" I asked, "What do you like best about yourself, hm?"
“I… I like that I’m strong?” I attempted, a bit sheepishly and uncertain of myself. “I dunno.” I shrugged.
"And?" I prompted, leaning closer until our noses were mere inches apart. "What else?"
“Uhh…” God she was so close. It was driving me insane. My brain blanked on a reply, leaving me to gape like a fish out of water.
"I like your eyes," I decided for him, "Especially when they soften. And you do this cute thing with your mouth."
“My mouth?” I mumbled, self consciously wiping at it. “What do I do?”
I grinned. "It's hard to explain. Almost like a tick."
“Well that’s not helpful.” I tugged my lips into a bashful smile.
I think I almost kissed him right there. But in all honesty, I was afraid. I flirted, held his face in my hands, but in the end, I was a coward, scared of what a simple kiss might mean… and besides, flirting was one thing. I used to flirt, only jokingly, with quite a few people to beingskme normalcy back into my life. But all of this felt like a dream… what if the kiss brought down the earth-shaking wrath of reality?
“Ciao? Mio tesoro?” I frowned at the stressed expression that formed on Marina’s face.
Mio tesoro.
My heart began to pound in my chest. I pulled away, blushing, but still trying to force the anxious expression from my face. “Sorry.”
“Did I make you uncomfortable?” I scooted back a liftls to give her the space I assumed she needed.
I shook my head quickly. "No, no, not at all. I was just… thinking too much."
“Think of happy things. Like uh… raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.” He muttered that part, coughing a little afterwards to play it off cool.
A smile instantly curved her lips. "Could you repeat that last part for me, Mercutio?"
“Think of the happy things.” He replied with a teasing grin.
"Sing it, Mercutio," she teased softly, wiping the forlorn expression from her face. "I command you."
“You command me?” Mercutio’s grin broke into a smirk. “And what makes you think you have enough control to command me?” He drawled, amusement in his gaze.
(Lol, Mercutio. This girl renders you speechless more than half the times and you’re asking her what makes her think she can control you?)
(lmao)
"This," she said simply, and once again, moved forward until their noses were pressed together and their mouths were centimetres apart. She felt like she was walking on a tightrope; there was definite anxiety, but at the same time, a unique thrill to it.
“Oh… that.” I resisted the urge to lean forward, my breath hitching in my throat. “You… You really like doin’ that, huh?” I mumbled, red splotches painting my cheeks as I toyed with my glasses.
"Your reaction," I breathed, "Is immensely satisfying."
My heart skipped a beat at that. “It is?” I whispered back, stuck somewhere between dumbstruck and lovestruck as I tilted my head downwards to avoid her gaze.
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