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“Hey, are you even listening?”
His voice pulls you out of your daze, and it only now dawns on you how horribly embarrassing this whole thing is.
“I- uh… yeah. Sorry. Just got distracted.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Yeah, I can see that. Now let’s get back to it unless you want to fail the next quiz.”
At this point you didn’t even care about the quiz coming up. You and Satan are sitting across from each other in a secluded section of the library, textbooks and notebooks spread out across the table. The two of you are hidden behind three different bookshelves. Satan took you two here, saying something about how it’s quiet and his favorite spot around here. He’s been trying to tutor you for about an hour now, but halfway through your eyes wandered up from the uninteresting textbook and to his face.
His brows are slightly furrowed in concentration as he explains every event in greater detail than the textbook ever could. Cute. Every once in a while, after an especially long tangent, he licks his bottom lip and it sends butterflies dancing in your stomach. You could get lost in his green eyes for hours at a time and be content, just there, looking at him.
He’s finally gotten past the Great Celestial War but you don’t even notice. You’re too busy committing his entire face to memory, from his serious facial expression to the way his cheeks are naturally a little bit pink.
And you are content, until he looks up to see if you’re on the same page and you two make direct eye contact- again, might I add. He sighs and raises an eyebrow just like before.
“Are you alright? You keep staring at me.” Satan asks, but his tone and the smile he’s trying very hard to push down tells you he knows. He always knows. You hate (and love) how observant he is.
Before you can react, he stands up and brings his chair next to you. He puts it down right next to you and gives you a smirk.
“Perhaps now that I’m right next to you you won’t stare so much?”
You cover your face with your hands in embarrassment. He doesn’t have to rub it in. And honestly, the closer proximity makes it worse. His voice is now in your ear instead of across a table, and you can feel his warmth on your body every time he shifts slightly. To make matters worse, he slides himself closer to you and now your thighs are touching. You might just explode with how much he’s teasing you.
“You know,” he says, turning to look at you. “I wouldn’t have to do this if you were just paying attention.”
You bring your hands down from your face with a displeased look. You turn your chair so that your whole body is facing him now. He does the same.
“…That’s not fair. You’re just… distracting. How am I supposed to focus on these stupid quiz notes when-“ you cut off your rambling as his smirk grows wider. What are you saying? Seriously, get a grip! At this rate you feel like he might make fun of you, but he shakes his head with a chuckle and brings a hand up to cup your cheek.
“I'm distracting?” he tilts his head, feigning confusion. “Please, tell me how distracting I am.”
After a moment of staring into his eyes, trying to figure out how to defend yourself, your eyes flick down to his lips and his eyes darken a bit. You definitely don’t care about what that’s doing to your heart right now.
“You’re so annoying.” you huff.
You roll your eyes, and lean forward in an act of bravery- more like stupid impulsivity- and kiss him. It’s short and a little bit messy, especially since you don’t give him time to reciprocate. When you pull back, he looks flushed, pupils dilating a bit, and your heart is beating somewhat irregularly out of your chest. You avert your eyes.
“Ah. Um, sorry! Sorry.. I didn’t-“
His hands find your waist before you can finish, and he pulls you up from your chair and into his lap. “Shh, and just kiss me again, darling.”
You look back at him. “Okay.” you say quietly.
You lean back in, and this time your kiss isn’t so stupid and fueled by impulsiveness. It’s sweet, and his lips are so soft and yeah, you could get used to this. His hands stay at your waist, and your hands rest on his face. Eventually his hands move down to your hips and he runs circles on them with his thumbs. You hum a bit at the feeling, which would be a lot more embarrassing if you weren’t focused on the feeling of his lips and the way his hands were gripping you lovingly, almost protectively.
Your hands move to the back of his head, playing with his blond hair between your fingers. He hums contentedly. The pace is nice, and it has a good push and pull to it. Sitting here with him, you think that he is so much sweeter than you feel like you’ve ever given him credit for.
His hands move lower, touching your thighs, and you, to your own horror and to his amusement, whine. Oh god.
He pulls back and smiles sweetly at you, but the look in his eyes is mirthful and you’re embarrassed once again. “You’re adorable.” He presses a chaste kiss to your neck, then your jaw, and then rests his head in the crook of your neck. Those butterflies are back again.
“Though,” he continues, his voice muffled a bit, “we are never going to finish studying at this rate.”
You’re trying really hard to ignore how his breath tickles your neck. It sends a shiver down your spine.
“There’s always tomorrow.” you reply with a smile.
You take his head in your hands and direct it back up to your face. “Now kiss me again, darling.”
He blushes at your tease, and does just that.