Comfort from him

"..this show isn't that good." You murmur as you are leaning against him. You can feel your cheeks leaning against his firm shoulder. Enjoying his warmth and, soft sent.

He smirks at you, and you can see his soft gaze trailing down your body. You know how much you actually, secretly enjoy it. Even thought, you rather not admit it.

As the show on the TV continues. The coffee table you two brought a few years ago doing it's service. The decoration in your house, the two of you had shopped for. It's not really your style, you compromised on a few things. That lamp, he found fancy at the local market and, got you one day. No warning, nothing, just there and, now you have to face the thing everyday. Great..

But, your thoughs broken, as he moves his hand, under the hem of your shirt. Then giving you a gentle massage, kneaing your soft flesh. You make a lazy sound, curling closer against him. Notching the fine features of his body and, face, you had come to admire.

His gaze, the one that alway's makes your heart skip a beat, falls upon you, once again. This time, you decide to make a move back, using your fingers to twist his white shirt, he choice to wear this day. You love it when, it's like this, when you singaling, "I'm here, pay attention to me".

And, it's succesful, just like you planned, his gaze now, going down from one corner from this eyes, as he rubs his hand, over your round red cheek. The blushing of your adorable face not lost on him.

Well.. not that you would find yourself adorable. It's something, he often call you, his adorable one, teasing you. With that tone, in his voice you know so well.

He moves, and, tells you about his day, that annoying collegue, it's not to just vent to you, it's a sign of trust. You're his partner, lover confidant. Those words, are the words he trust you with. For you are the person, he loves the most.

You notice, him, catching your blush, and you can see his face, approaching, his lips touching yours, and you can taste him, as he kiss you slowly, as if wanting to make this moment last forever.

It pleases you, and you start to hum a little as his lips against yours move slowly against yours. His lips rougher then yours, slightly chapped.

Time alway's seems to freeze in moments like these, and it's only when he pulls away, again that it seems to move again. Only for him to move his hand, down your short, the palm of his hand against your cheek, and you wonder as if he does it to show you affection? our it is the only thing keeping him sane and, happy after a rought day.

You are his confidant, his rock, and his lighthouse in the constant sea of turmoil that, he would call the wreck of his existens.

You chuckle, as you think about it, you in lighthouse form, he seem to notice and, pulls you back closer to him.

"You're such a tease.." then he whispers against your ear softly. His voice smooth and velvelty. "And, that is exactly what makes you beautiful."

You retord back, with something bold, and unexpected. Making him laugh in responce, he enjoys your boldness, your sense of humor. Then, he decide to responce in a rather daring and, bold way. His hand moving down, a quick squeeze against your bum. You yelp, he enjoys the sound as his palm of his hand, digs inside your flesh. He only enjoys it more.

"You truly are something else, especially with that cute butt of yours."

Your cheeks redden so much a tomato would be jelous of the colour.

"S-s-shut up"

He smirks, deviously.

"Make me"