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when alhaitham presses his lips into yours for the first time, you feel all his build-up tension and frustration disappear in a mere second. the books you just took from the shelves are becoming one million times heavier. the books that alhaitham asked you to bring to him are now laying on the floor near your feet, while you’re clutching on his shirt with your now free hands.
he pulls away after just a few seconds, and his eyes move rapidly between all your features, but his gaze always gets stuck on your lips for a little bit longer than it probably should. you consider this your own little victory: making his cold calculating brain go insane with just a sight of you. you’ve always been patient with alhaitham; you’ve known he needs a lot more time to process his own feelings than any other average human being. he is nowhere near to being average, and you absolutely adore this about him.
now you are the first to close the distance between the two of you, and you stand on your tiptoes to catch his lips again. sometimes his height gets super annoying, but more often than not it makes your insides do a flip when he reaches for the higher shelves in the library to get a book for you.
he slightly pushes you forward until your back hits the side of one of the huge bookshelves slightly, and you gasp, not having expected such a move from alhaitham. he traps you between the wooden bookcase and his body, curls his fingers deeper into your hair and tugs on it barely noticeable, but enough for you to take a sharp breath in, inviting him to deepen the kiss. his other hand slides from your waist lower, down your hip, and you catch his arm quickly, fearing he’ll make you make noises that are not quite acceptable in the library. you feel his lips curl into a slight smile and not interrupting the kiss you put his hand back on your waist, to which he responds with pressing you tightly to his body.
his lips are not as soft as you thought they would be; you definitely need to remind him to use the chapstick you gave him a few weeks ago more often. he tastes like black coffee he has had this morning, and his hair smells a lot like mint and some other herbs, and you feel getting more and more addicted to him with every second that you feel his lips on yours and inhale his scent. you let your hands finally let go of his shirt and ruffle his hair, smiling into the kiss, almost throwing yourself on him, trying to fit him like a perfectly suitable puzzle piece.
when you pull away from each other at last, alhaitham cups your face with his palms and puts his forehead to yours. his breathing is deep and heavy, so is yours, and you lean into his touch not being able to stop smiling. he holds you like this for a little and then slides his hands down your arms, taking your hands and intertwining your fingers. he looks at you with indescribable storm of emotions scattered across his beautiful face, but then hides his gaze from yours in an instant, biting on his slightly swollen bottom lip. his cheeks are of a pretty rose shade, and you are sure you have never seen anything lovelier.
when he finally parts his lips and takes a deep breath in, you interrupt him.
“i know.” you say, giving his hands a light squeeze. “me too.”
his face almost doesn’t change at all, only the corners of his mouth go up a little bit.
but in his eyes you see happy sparks light up one by one, shining brighter than sun, moon or any stars. just for you.