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1. your forehead.
you wake up cuddled up against nines, face to face, his hand draped over your body as your alarm blares. you groan, immediately covering your ears. it stops. “good morning,” he murmurs, hand pulling you a little closer. “what a rude awakening.” his eyes meet yours and a soft smile appears on his face. It’s nice, seeing him so soft and sleepy.
“good morning,” you say back, and his eyes crinkle as his smile widens just a bit, leaning forward to brush a kiss against your head.
“time to start the day.”
2. your hand
the party is insufferable, you have to admit. sure, it’s hosted by the city, sure, it’s honoring the dpd, but did you have to be here?
… yes. you wouldn’t miss anything for nines, you know that, he knew that, and you remember his gentle reminder.
“ don’t make yourself uncomfortable for me, ” he had said, hand brushing against your cheek.
but in truth, seeing him in that suit… worth it. you mentally high fived yourself, remembering his pout when you refused to show him yours.
“you kept this from me?” you turn to face nines, finding yourself smiling at his dumbstruck face. he immediately takes your hand, bringing the back of it to his lips with a smile. “what a pleasant surprise.”
“only the best for you,” you tease, and he laughs. it was so worth it.
3. your nose
you swing by the dpd, a thermos in hand as you pass by reception (remembering to wave to the android, who smiles) and into the main room. while some look strangely at you, hank and connor nod to you. connor mouths “in there,” pointing to the break room and you nod your thanks.
as you enter, you find nines closing the fridge door, groaning in frustration. “they don’t have any, just my luck,” he mutters, turning to leave. you both star at each other in surprise before he smiles.
“i thought that might happen,” you says teasingly, holding up the thermos. he glances at it, seemingly doing a scan before he lights up.
“i love you,” he says immediately, taking it from you. you say it back, and he smiles lovingly at you, kissing your nose.
4. your knuckles
you both laugh over the vines, having to pause the video because honestly? you’re wheezing too much, and you envy nines for not having too breath even as he chuckles beside you. “the way he dabs in the elevator,” you cry, and he laughs again, shaking his head.
“is this what your generation did twenty years ago?” you nod, cheeks hurting from smiling as he takes your hand. “what a wonderful way to pass the time. laughing and posting ridiculous content.”
“truly the peak of generation z,” you say, and he chuckles, his thumb pressing circles lightly into yours.
“and i assume you spent more time with others, laughing over this?” nines asks, and you nod, gesturing to the videos in your playlist—
— and find yourself completely red faced when his lips brush against your knuckles, a playful smirk on his face.
“oh, you’re nasty,” you say disapprovingly, and suffice to say, he’s the one wheezing now.
5. your cheek
you stumble towards the kitchen, all ready to leave and grab an apple when the smell of bacon and eggs hits you.
oh, he did not.
when you step into the living room, there’s a plate of— you guessed it, bacon and eggs— steaming on the table, and nines turns to greet you with a smile. “i thought i’d send you out with something more than an apple,” he says, and you laugh, sitting down.
“thank you,” you say, and from the way his smile softens he gets the meaning behind your words. he leans forward to press a kiss against your cheek, resting his head there against yours.
“i love you,” he says, and you beam.
6. your lips
you sit up in bed, phone in hand as he enters, moving to sit next to you. “time to sleep,” he says, taking it out of your hands. “you may have work late, but you need a good night’s sleep.”
“give me my phone back and then we’ll talk,” you huff out, turning your head away from him. he sighs.
“ok, please? face me?” you do so once you feel your phone in hand, only to find him gently pressing his lips against yours.
it falls out of your grip and you lean in, his hand cupping the back of your neck. when you part, he smiles at you.
“now?”
“if you give me a kiss like that every night i won’t complain,” you say immediately, left breathless as he laughs.
“deal.” you turn off the bedside lamp, snuggling into the covers (and him) as he wraps his arms around you. you turn your head under his chin.
“i love you,” you say. you can feel him smile.
“i love you too.”