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The sunset leaked through the leaves, speckles of light radiating the park, basking a couple in its warm afterglow. Both seated on a bench, bodies pressing close to one other, with a silver birch tree behind, looming its branches to dangle above their heads, canopy casting a patchy shade. Inside that shade sat two people. A male who's clinging to your side and snuggling his head against you. Then there's you, someone who is fortunate to have it happen. Wilbur smooches your hair, then stretches his lanky self over (practically towering over you) and kisses your forehead, temple, nose, cheekbone. His fluffy hair tickles your skin, and his lips leave a tingling sensation behind.
“Stoooop!” you stammer as you push his face back.
“What?” He mutters through your fingers. Giving him a you-know-what look, you wiggle your fingers across Wilbur’s face and squish his cheeks together; he raises an eyebrow, utterly unamused, and pries them away, yet there's an enamoured sparkle in his eye. His face stones in neutrality and he leans in, planting another smooch; it's particularly long this time and he vocalises it as he parts. "Why would you ever want to stop this?” His warm breath fanned your cheek, a goofy yet serious smile painted across his lips.
“Be—” you glanced away as your breath hitched, casting your attention to a family in the distance—“cause, we’re in public!”
“Fuck ‘em. We’re not doing anything outrageous, or scandalous, or lewd. So what do they care?”
You slacken against him, sighing out, “Fine, I guess you’re right.” Wilbur’s grinning wildly as the embarrassment leaves your body—leaving the person he loves behind.
“Since I’m right—as usual—how about you give me something.”
You roll your eyes, “I know what you’re going to ask.”
He hums, “Doesn’t mean the answer will be no! Trust me, I’ve got a sixth sense for this shit.”
“If you say so.”
The conversation lulls, nothing but the peaceful evening accompanying you. It was humid—awfully so—during the earlier hours. Classic stuffy England weather, with no breeze to be felt (well, if you count the humid air breezes, then you did feel some), but at least the blue sky was visible. And complaining with Wilbur made the day slightly more tolerable than other summer days. But... Wilbur himself was intolerable, with those boyish smiles, sneaky winks and adoring looks—as cute as a kitten, yet as sly as a cat. Frankly, he is adorable and charming. Unfortunately, he weaponises his everything to spite you, and yet he is still as endearing.
“Can I have a kiss?” Wilbur murmurs, voice uttering honey. Soft brown eyes boring into yours, they flicker down to settle on your mouth and his tongue darts out to swipes over his lips. His hand finds yours and squeezes, “Please?” The words are so gentle, so pleading, and he smiles. A sweet, dizzying smile, so mesmerising you could feel a flushing heat crawl up your neck, you glance away.
“God…” you sigh, shaking your head. But as a grin etches across your face, you visibly relax and whisper, “The effect you have on me.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes.”
Instantly, Wilbur’s sunny grin appears and his hand leaves, brushing along your arm as they trail up to your cheek and the other into your hair. His head dives down like a swooping bird; he pauses. Waiting ever so patiently for you to act—to pull away or reciprocate; obviously, you reciprocate. You lean into his touch, a hand petting his locks, and his lips part as a laugh puffs out.
He murmurs, “Kiss me already.”
Wilbur’s eyes flutter close, and his fingers brush through your hair, mindless in its movements. The sun always flatters him. Despite how vehemently he says the opposite, you know he looks magnificent anywhere and everywhere. An angelic aura glowed across his hair, hickory strands ruffled; long, dark eyelashes kissing his cheeks; lips curled into that irritatingly adorable smile.
His lips hover a mere centimetre away, but not for much longer. Tilting your head, you lock lips, and instantly you could taste his smile. Wilbur pulls himself closer to you, a hand softly brushing against your cheek, sketching the feeling into his mind. The kiss intensifies as he applies more pressure, one that you eagerly reciprocate. A hair tendril falls between you both, strands brushing Wilbur's nose, and with a breathy laugh, he tenderly tucks it back behind your ear. His hand untangles from your hair and rests against your other cheek; his lips part from yours, and your eyes flash open. His deep eyes already boring into your own; he tilts his head, raises his eyebrows slightly, an amused smile spreading across his lips. He squishes your cheeks together, then laughs again.
“What’s so funny?”
“You’re just so adorable. Who gave you the right to be this cute?” Wilbur jokingly grumbles, eyes shining like a star.
“Everything you do, it's all I can ever see. Did you know the same bit of your hair falls every time?” as if to amplify his point, he unlatches the lock from your ear. He curls it around his finger, then tucks it right back, “Well, I did! And it’s… you’re so distracting.”
“Yeah, okay. I was totally the one being so—so adorable. Staring at me, and being so caring!”
Wilbur grins, “You’re the distracting one.” He lifts himself off the bench, holding a hand out for you. When you grasp it, he tugs you up, you both intertwine your hands and set off towards the exit.
Swinging your hands as you walk, Wilbur hums, “Coming in when I’m working—”
“—We have a chalkboard for a reason, so tell me when—”
“—looking at me like I’m the actual universe like I’m something special.”
You pause, nothing but cheesy one-liners fill your head. Alas, you’re willing to take the inevitable teasing. “You are my universe.”
Wilbur guffaws a laugh and he runs his other hand across his face, speaking through his hand, “You are so cheesy. The second-hand embarrassment is palpable.” Or so he says, but he’s smiling.
“Excuse me. Mate, have you heard the shit you’ve said to me?”
“You’re worse.”
“No, I’m not!”
“You are! What about that time in the…”