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It had been months of longing, pining and yearning; always adoring from afar but falling within an uncomfortably close proximity to you. Your hair, your posture, your scented perfume that warmly welcomed the atmosphere surrounding you in a blissful melody.
Buggy was enamoured. Some could even say smitten.
The way he would always find himself seeking out your gaze as he relayed an unhinged and inappropriate joke; or offer a grimace-like smile, wincing his eyes in an upturned tilt when he dropped one of his juggling balls while attempting to entertain you.
Of all of the things he longed for most, from the touch of your skin in an embrace to the warmth of your hands to soothe over his hair to tame his long and wild locks – he was longing, pleading and begging with his twinkling teal eyes to meet his painted lips against your own in a simple kiss.
It didn’t have to be overly complicated or flashy, not at least the first time. Just a simple expression of the adoration he held for you in his cryptid and enthusiastic heart.
Each time he would almost bump into you in the hallways, he would immediately focus on the gasp falling from your parted lips. Accidentally opening the door to the communal shower-room, and finding you with a foamy toothbrush thrust between your teeth; he longed to lunge forward to remove the object and messily join with you in a jovial and romantic osculation with his lips firmly thrusting against your own.
He craved such an opportunity to kiss you. Ached within his bones to express how he truly felt about you. The only thing truly holding him back from claiming you within his arms and folding himself against your body, tilting and stooping to draw you in with his eyes closed and concentrated was the complete and utter terror he felt at the knowledge the feelings he felt for you was not reciprocated.
So he stopped, halting his motions at the last second: his hands stuttering as he drew his palm down to halt his trembling fingertips from its contact with your shoulder.
And then it happened. A single moment. A fixed point in time he could draw his lips intentionally against your own with no such consequence. Tradition determined it to be acceptable, and some could even say rude should the request be denied.
As he watched your knife slide into the caramelized top of the baked, fudgy cheese-cake and raked itself slowly through the creamy surface: his eyes widened with youthful hope you would shatter the buttery crumbed crust to project his dreams of a kiss into reality. Dipping in the indent, a slow drizzle of jammy fruit seeped into the crevasse you created within the slice as he heard the familiar crunch of the steel blade dividing itself into the biscuit base.
The clang of the blade as it met with the ceramic dish supporting the sweet dessert echoed in his mind, ringing in his ears with the hope he held within his heart that he would finally, at long last, have the opportunity to meet his lips against your own. His tongue darted out to dampen his bottom lip in anticipation, all actions reducing to a slowed pace as he watched your lips draw up to reveal your beautiful smile.
Your cheeks tinted with a warm flush, your eyes shining with both embarrassment at the tune offered in celebration of your birth, and the anticipation that the man you harboured hidden affection for was standing very close in proximity to your own. The rising rapidity of your heart had your breath catching in your throat as you withdrew the blade fully from the cake in front of you.
Candles whispering the memory of blown flame, smile plastered against your lips with your eyes upturning in joy; you looked immediately to the blue-haired clown beside you as the chorus of taunting jabs befell the crew in front of you.
“You gotta’ kiss the closest person!”
“Go on, give ‘em a kiss!”
“Don’t be shy!”
“Lay one on ‘em!”
A giggle fell from your parted lips, your broad smile faltering slightly to hold a coy and apprehensive grin. You blinked slowly, looking up at the man beside you with both anticipation and adoration.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want-,” your words were syphoned into the warm and deliberate lips of the blue-haired clown – literally taking your apprehensive words right out of your mouth to fall within his own.
Buggy’s heart was soaring, the moment he longed for most was now becoming a reality with little to no consequence. He smiled into the kiss, drawing up his gloved hands to cradle your face and tilting his head to deepen the kiss he was imparting onto you. Brows furrowed in passionate concentration, he utilised every muscle to halt his body from simply throwing his leg over your own and becoming comfortably sat atop your lap and drawing himself completely flush against your body.
His thoughts were becoming harder and harder to control, especially now you placed your right hand against his left hip to steady him against yourself. Tilting your head, you parted your lips and allowed an apprehensive gasp to fall from your mouth and into his own. Buggy’s gloved hand trailed back to rake your hair behind your ears, lacing his fingertips within your strands to clutch the back of your head more firmly. He stifled a whimpered groan that threatened to pass from his lips into your own, thoroughly attempting to withhold his joy from its expression - especially considering you both had an audience.
As you withdrew him from the embrace, you fluttered your eyes open to gaze at the closed eyes of the infamous clown-captain. His jaw was tense and concentrated, his face falling lower in its stoop to chase after your lips in reaction to your withdrawal. Brow furrowed, lips parted and smeared with the tint of red; the clown flittered his long, blue eyelashes open to gaze longingly into your eyes. A sigh fell from his lips as his jaw trembled in apprehension.
The bob of his Adam’s apple cemented his resolve as he leant forward to place his forehead affectionately against your own, whispering gently and dotingly into your smiling face:
“Happy Birthday, Pumpkin.”