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"Do I make you nervous?" Boothill blinks, once, twice and his eyes land on your face. You're holding both of his cheeks in your palms, your iris stare intensely into his target shaped ones. He notices your pretty eyelashes flutter, the sparkle in your eyes, your dewy skin that makes contact with rough ones, your grin that graces your lips. His face reddens at the questions but he stands his ground and acts as nonchalantly as one Boothill would.
"Psh, as if. Ya make me feel nothing, woman." He mocked and rolls his eyes but doesn't make any effort to pull your hands off of his cheeks, in fact, he unconsciously leans further into your touch, your warmth that makes his metallic body feel as if it were human once again. It causes himself to scream joyfully on the inside, damn his mechanical heart that started pumping faster with each passing second. You were gonna be the death of him.
"Is that right, petal?" Rolls off your tongue, and in a blink of an eye you plant a kiss on his lips. After, you pulled back and gaze your twinkling eyes into his dull ones that grew as round as the full moon. You grin as you watch him blabber and trip over his own words. his cheeks reddening more than it was humanly possible, actual sweats formed upon his head at that very moment, he felt his heart stop beating for a nanosecond at your action.
Then, you felt him physically melt onto your body, toppling you over onto the ground and knocking the air out of your lungs. Causing you to wheeze at first but eventually laugh heartily. While still smiling, you look up at his face, he had a mean scowl as his expression. "You push my fudgin buttons.. and this is your punishment." He wraps his arms around your figure, situated himself comfortably on top of you and buried his face in the crook of your neck.
He didn't want to admit it, but he really was just looking for a way to cuddle you by engulfing you whole with his body as if he was trying to protect you from the air itself. "Dork.." you mutter out as you manage to free one of your hand, immediately finding itself in his locks, massaging and playing with his snow coloured locks. You can only giggle when he flutters his eyes shut in content and satisfaction. If he were to be a cat, he would definitely be one to purr loudly after getting his way.