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"Michael?" Gerry asked from his spot curled up in its lap.
"Yes bookburner?" Michael asked back.
Gerry wriggled sideways to face it. "Can I draw you?" Gerry asked.
Michael tilted its head with a grin."Can you?" it asked.
"I don't know," Gerry said. "Do I have your permission to try?"
"I suppose so." Michael hummed. "How do you want me?" It whispered with a grin.
Gerry rolled his eyes and smiled. "However you're comfortable," he said and climbed off of Michael's lap. "It could take me a while though, so sitting might be good? Unless you want to stand the whole time."
"Alright," Michael said, wriggling around on one end of the couch. Its hair glitched, waved, and curled around its shoulders, the corners of its mouth pulled up in a sharp grin, and its edges seemed to blur and fuzz together. It wanted this picture to show it in all its distorted glory.
Gerry sat down on the other end of the couch, sketchbook and pencil in hand, and studied Michael. His eyes traced every piece of fabric that covered its skin, every lock of hair in a whirl around its head, every spiral freckle. Michael swallowed and it felt heat rise in its cheeks. It couldn't remember Gerry ever looking at it quite like this. Its lungs tightened, its stomach twisted, and for a few moments it forgot to breathe. Gerry tilted his head slightly and his eyebrows drew up and together for a moment before he looked down at the page in front of him and started to draw. Michael blinked a few times and remembered to breathe. (It didn't exactly need to breathe, but it had gotten used to the sensation and the sudden lack of oxygen was making it lightheaded.) Its hair settled around its shoulders and Michael had just gotten its breathing under control when it felt Gerry's eyes on it again. It blushed, face even hotter than before.
"You're blushing," Gerry said with a smile, eyes flicking back down to the page.
"I- You're looking at me," Michael stammered.
"I've done that before," Gerry said.
"Not like this," Michael wheezed.
Gerry looked up again and locked eyes with Michael. "You're beautiful," he said, sending Michael's heart racing. Michael leaned forward, eyes half lidded. Gerry blinked a few times and blushed. "Um, stay," he said, getting up to find a pen.
Michael sat back again and lifted its hands to its cheeks, they were even warmer than before. Gerry settled across the couch from Michael again and it found itself watching him this time. Gerry focused intensely on his sketchbook. His face and especially his ears were very red. Michael smiled, not feeling quite as embarrassed about its own blush.
Gerry glanced up. "Now you're the one staring," he said.
"I like the way you look when you're drawing. Your concentration is... mesmerizing," Michael said.
"Oh," Gerry said, ducking behind his sketchbook with a flustered smile. "Thanks?" He drew a few more lines with his pen and then erased the pencil underneath.
Michael shifted from watching Gerry's eyes to his lips, the way they were pursed in concentration, the way Gerry would occasionally chew on his bottom lip while he thought. Michael wanted to kiss those lips. It wanted to be the one to gently nibble that delicate skin. It wanted its fingers in his hair. Michael wanted to push him against the couch and slide its tounge down his throat to taste the very air he breathed.
"What's that look for?" Gerry chuckled, face red. He held several markers at odd angles and Michael realized Gerry must have started to color while it had been... distracted.
Michael blushed, "How's the picture?"
Gerry smiled. "I like it," he said. "I'm not sure anything on paper could really capture you, but it's something."
"Is it finished?" Michael asked.
"Not quite," Gerry said, "so no peeking."
Michael grinned. "It's a surprise now?" It asked.
Gerry hummed, "A surprise." He tilted his head and squinted at the sketchbook before he added a bit more color and smiled. Gerry looked between the drawing and Michael a few times. "Okay... okay. I think it's done," he said.
Michael blinked and leaned forward. "Show me," it demanded excitedly.
Gerry grinned and passed the sketchbook to Michael. Its eager claws took it gently and it smiled at Gerry. The picture showed Michael with its hair laying calmly behind its shoulders, a rozy blush on its cheeks, and it's pupils blown wide as it looked out from the page.
"I love it," Michael said, placing the sketchbook carefully on the coffee table.
"I love you," Gerry said, scooting closer to Michael on the couch.
"Not kissing you while you were drawing was frustrating," Michael hummed, eyeing Gerry's lips. "Especially with how you were looking at me."
"Well," Gerry said, his eyes locking with Michael's, "I'm not drawing now."
Michael grinned and pulled him into a kiss which Gerry returned with a smile. Gerry looped his hands around Michael's back and pulled it down against the couch. Michael's hands slid into Gerry's hair and massaged his scalp while its tounge slipped into his mouth. It reveled in the way he sucked in a breath and clutched at its back. Gerry tasted like smoke and coffee and Michael loved it. It pulled back and smiled at Gerry while he panted for breath. Michael peppered his face with quick kisses and rested its head on his chest with a sigh.
"I love you," Michael said, petting his hair.
"I love you too," Gerry said, holding Michael close.