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“Wanna watch our show?” Tina asks, her voice a sweet melody that breaks the muted silence in the living room. He's not entirely sure what they are even watching right now, after the movie had finished, everyone dispersed to their respective rooms only him and Tina remained, his side warm from her being pressed along it in order to fit everyone on the couch.
“mhm,” and he clears his throat, “that sounds good.” His voice has gotten croaky from lack of use in the past two hours, and he leans forward as Tina does, to stretch out from being cramped up, a satisfying pull going through his muscles down his back and through his arms as he rests them on the back of the sofa.
His eyes catch on the long dark brown tresses of hair and where the ends of it brush against a strip of pale bare skin on her back, a sight so tantalising he smiles at the thought of reaching out to drag his fingertips along it. He probably could, she might jump a little, maybe flinch away for a moment but she would welcome the touch. Tina's welcomed a lot of his touches recently and even did some of her own, consistently floating around in his orbit, making space for herself at his side. Foolish is pretty secure in who he is and the role he plays in people's lives, his adolescence and ventures into adulthood have made him incredibly aware of what to expect and what is expected of him, the only person who has consistently challenged that is Tina.
Ever since he has known her, he has never really known what to expect or how to feel, she's just so wonderfully weird and admittedly erratic, that the longer he has known her the more enthralled he gets. What's crazier is she seems to feel the same way about him. He's never had someone so persistent in knowing him, right down to his bones, that it used to catch him unaware and now feels like a gift. But recently Foolish found himself doubting it more, she pulled back, and he has found himself digging in, trying to grasp it back in his fingertips, first by inviting her to Texas with him and then again by coming to LA somewhat randomly. He wants Tina in his space, at his side and to be at hers, no matter the situation, and here he sits, on a sofa in California, a soft warmth pressed along his side as she settles in next to him, with Foolish wanting nothing more than to take another step with her.
He thinks it might be considered concerning, how badly he wants to kiss her, there is this insatiable hunger simmering underneath his skin every second they are alone, everything about her only making his appetite grow. He thinks about it constantly, it's warped his brain into something almost unrecognizable to him. A kiss to her cheek as she giggles, to her hand as she shares a drink she has been pestering him to try, to the crown of her head as she spirals over something completely out of her control and finally her lips, for any possible reason she could give him and more.
He steals a quick glance down at her lips, before flicking his eyes back to the TV, tugging her closer into his side, a smile tugging at the edge of her lips as his grip tightens and he feels a surge of warmth swirling around in his stomach. He can see her look up at him out of the corner of his eyes, he has no idea what's happening on the show and hasn't got much of an interest in catching up. Foolish looks down at her mouth again, like a dog with a bone and can see her tongue dart out to wet them slightly and mimics the motion with his own, before his eyes flick up to meet hers and he sees he has been caught.
“You good, man?” Tina asks, her bright amber eyes twinkling knowingly, lips shining with the light of the tv reflecting off of her angelic face. Fuck, she's so beautiful, it's making his head feel fuzzy, he swallows the saliva pooling in his mouth and nods his head once.
“Yeah man, I'm good.” He practically whispers it with how close she is, and forces himself to turn back to the TV. He's pretty sure he and Tina are on the same page, but she has always been generous with her affection, loving, is something that comes to her so easily, he's got a little voice in the back of his head making him doubt.
“Okay.” She scoffs and turns to face TV as well, eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed, which means he has upset her somehow.
“What?” He asks, an amused inquisitiveness to his tone, turns to look at her again, nudging her slightly so she looks at him, instead of pointedly at the screen. Her lower lip jutted out enticingly in a pout, a scrunch to her nose. He glances down just for a second and Tina lets out a frustrated huff of air, looking up at him like he should know what he has done wrong, a long silence as she stares at him.
“Are you ever going to kiss me?” She bursts out with annoyance embedded in her voice and he hears blood rushing in his ears at the question, his stomach turning into knots.
“Because at this point I feel as though I have been practically throwing myself at you, especially last night on stream!” She continues on to say and Foolish feels like he has been punched over the head, his mouth slightly agape as he stares, his hand resting on the arm rest moving slowly to graze up along her arm.
“I thought we wanted the same thing now, I thought that was why you came? To LA this time?” Her voice has turned confused and filled with doubt. He slides his fingers through her hair behind her ear, thumb resting on her jaw, her eyes wide staring into his. He pulls her closer, her soft skin warm along her back and hearing her gasp lowly, swallows again before saying, “I want.”
“What? What do you want?” She questions, her voice softer now, like his touch has soothed her, and isn't that an intoxicating feeling, he kind of wants to chase that forever. Leaning down he looks at her lips again, his breath ghosting against them, he glances up and sees her eyes flutter close in anticipation, before finally sliding their lips together.
Foolish feels everything in his brain shift, the plush warmth of her lips pressed against his, the taste of her chapstick sweet, his life before and after kissing Tina are two entirely different entities. He brushes his tongue along the line of her top lip, her mouth opens up and he slides his tongue along hers, a noise escaping her, why the fuck hasn't he been kissing her his whole life? She is perfect, sweet and oh so Tina, that he doesn't think things will ever be better than this. He can't get over the rightness of it all, he feels solid and weightless at the same time, his stomach soothed and hands shaking as he holds her closer, her own twisted in his shirt, resting over his abdomen. He pulls back, his breath stuttering as he takes in air, forcing his eyes open and being welcomed to Tina's warm smile and can't stop himself from mirroring it. “I want you, just you.”
“I want you too.” Her smile grows wider, giggling, as she moves back in closer to him, her hands sliding up his chest, onto his shoulders and in his hair and this time she leans in, and soft sigh leaves his lips.
Foolish moves his hand up the back of her shirt, greedy for more skin, for more lips and tongues, the woman he is in love with practically in his lap, right where she belongs. He feels giddy, like he can't quite believe it actually happened, then he remembers her frustration and can't stop himself from pulling back to laugh, it coming from deep within his belly.
“What are you laughing at?” She asks indignantly, “I'm not a bad kisser, I have been told!” He feels a strike of possessiveness wash over him momentarily before answering her.
“Nothing, I just love you.” He can't really stop himself from saying it, his lips still tingling from her touch, a comfortable warmth in his chest right where his heart is and a love struck grin on his face. He watches Tina process the words in real time, licking her lips as she thinks and tears welling up in her eyes, oh god.
“I love you too.” She says wetly, her voice thick with emotion, and he pulls her in close so she can bury her face in his neck to hide from feeling overwhelmed. He feels relieved at the reciprocation, at the tension finally breaking, he's been convincing himself it felt too good to be true for so long, now finally having it in his hands he feels at ease.