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Fingertips
Bob took George’s hand in his, his facial expression unreadable. George kept looking at Bob as his lover raised his hand to his mouth, breathing kisses on each of his fingertips. It sent shivers down George’s spine, and only after he had taken care of each finger, Bob looked up again, a smile on his lips.
“You’re gorgeous in your entirety, do you know that? From your head to your toes and your fingertips.”
George felt his cheeks heat up and lips pressing a gentle kiss to his own.
Sarcasm
“You’re not being serious.”
Bob looked at him incredulously. For a moment, George didn’t answer, then his lips cracked into a smile.
“No, I’m really not.”
He began to laugh, tears starting to fill his eyes. He didn’t see Bob rolling his eyes at him in fond exasperation, but he knew that the eyeroll was there.
“Of course we’re not gonna marry first thing in the morning.”
Bob exhaled in relief.
“I was rather playing with the thought of tomorrow noon.”
Bob blurted something incomprehensible as George started laughing even harder, the ring on his finger reflecting the sunlight.
Exploring Magical Forests
“This was a bad idea!”
“It’s gonna be fun soon enough, trust me!”
“Do you tell that every stranger you pull into the next best magical forest you accidentally stumble upon??”
“First of all, you are no stranger, and secondly, we stumbled upon it together. And just wait till we see an actual unicorn for real!”
Next to them, a tiny fairy looked up in bewilderment from where she sat on a glowing blue flower, then decided to let the two humans mind their own business.
The air smelled clearer than anything they had ever smelled, and the light was beautifully colorful. Bob wondered how he had ended up in this position when, all of a sudden, George cried out in excitement: “Oh god, Bob, look!”
Pizza
The cheese kept dripping down on the carboard box his food had come in. He wasn’t sure if he could bear another piece, but to his left, George was still eating piece after piece, as though he was starving.
Bob put the last piece of his pizza back down into the box and instead started watching George chew happily on his dinner – just to be met by a challenging gaze from his boyfriend.
“You still eating that?” George asked, pointing at Bob’s last piece of pizza.
“It’s all yours, if you wanna.”
“You sure you aren’t hungry anymore?”
“Nah, man, I’m stuffed. Can’t eat more if I wanna cuddle up to ya later.”
He met George’s adoring gaze over his last piece of pizza and smiled.
Late Night Drives
It was pitch-dark outside, only the occasional streetlight lighting up the front seats of George’s car. His right hand lay relaxed to his side and Bob made sure to harrumph and meet George’s gaze before taking it in his own. A smile spread on George’s lips at his husband’s cold hand touching and gently holding his equally cold hand. He started humming a soft melody as he kept driving and Bob felt himself drift off, deeply content in the moment. Holding onto George’s hand, he fell asleep and dreamt calm dreams.