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Whit let a small smile onto his face, knowing that a few long, very long minutes ago, Charles would not trust him with anything at all. The fact that there's this much trust in him, is honestly a lot to the Matchmaker- He's still shocked by the fact that Charles actually trusts him right now..
Alright.. so.. I'm gonna do something a little silly now.. so don't judge, okay?
Whit said, sweet smile on his face as he looked up at Charles. Who was currently on his bed!
Alright.. nothing weird though.
Charles responded, both a bit skeptical but curious on what Whit would do
Whit smiled, and let out a little hmph before he sat back up, and he sat right in Charles' lap, facing him. Once he did, he carefully laced one of his hands into one of Charles', and lifted the hand up. Whit carefully kissed the bare skin around the knuckles of Charles' hand, and the other hand that was not laced with Charles', was on his chin. Caressing his cheek softly
Did you.. know that the knuckles are an erogenous zone?
Whit said in a matter-of-fact tone
Charles blushed furiously at the contact, as much as he tried to pretend it didn't affect him. It did, god damn Whit- Wait-
Wha- "erogenous"? Whit did you do this on purpose??
Charles said with furrowed brows, however not at all upset.
Hm? Of course I did it on purpose..
Whit smirked as he saw Charles stutter a bit and blush furiously underneath him. The fact that he could get Charles this flustered, and speechless.. made Whit's heart swoon, the fact he could only see Charles like this.. okay maybe that was a stretch.
... I knew you were sensitive to small stuff like this, Charlie.. Especially on the hands. Is that why you keep gloves on em~?
Whit asked, but only got an eye roll in return. Which made him pout a bit, but he quickly smiled again anyway. Cuz right after he kissed Charle's palm, making the other blushes furiously (once again, poor Charles) and made him squeeze Whit's hand a bit.
Ugh, you're so mean.
Charles said with a scoff, though, his beet red face gave away that he liked the tingle of warmth in his hands. And the fact that Whit of all people was the one doing it.. how embarrassing.
Am I really?.. I'm not being mean..
Whit teased, letting out a small giggle as he smiled, watching the red flush on Charles' face.
I think you're just being sensitive..
And that's not my fault..! I cannot control my body sensitivity, Whit.
Charles said, blushing a bit harder as he squeezed Whit's hand once again as a very poor warning. His other hand squeezing his own thigh to slightly distract himself from the warm feeling from his hand and the confusing emotions in his head currently
I know, I know.. but it's just adorable just how easily you can get like this~!
Whit said, a cheeky grin on his face, when wasn't there one? It made Charles's heart beat just a bit faster as he looks down at his now shaky hand
You're awfully affectionate, and it's troubling. Look at what you caused, are you proud of yourself?
Charles said, trying to glare at him, however.. it looked like more of a pout than a glare.
(("I am proud of myself actually, yes.."))
Whit kept to himself as he re-adjusted his grip on Charles's hand, as he lifted it up, and kissed the knuckles once again. Getting a little giddy at the fact Charles let him continue. He would normally be a bit worried about someone's hand shaking, even if it was almost as unnoticeable as this. But for some reason, it made him happy that he caused a reaction like this.
Ugh.
Charles scoffed, of course. He wasn't annoyed, not at Whit at least. He knew he probably be feeling this happy about someone like Whit kissing his hand. In fact, he should be disgusted that he's even near him.. but, he looked over at Whit. A slight bead of sweat forming on his face, he couldn't help himself from asking.
Hey, Whit.
Yeah?
Whit responded, looking up from Charles's hand
((Is this love? Are we in love?)) He didn't say, it felt too forward.
I just want a reminder. What are we again?
Charles asked instead, though, it was blatantly obvious what he was implying.
So obvious
Whit didn't acknowledge it for a few seconds
What do you mean?..
Whit asked, tilting his head a bit in confusion. He didn't understand exactly what Charles was trying to ask. "A friendly reminder of what they were to each other"? Well, of course, they were..
We're..friends Charlie.
Whit said with a nervous smile, it hurt. No, like, It stung. Badly. But that's okay, Charles's has been at lower (And would be much lower soon enough) so he just nodded his head and looked to the side. A weak attempt at hiding his disappointment.
Ah, understood.
...
... I’m assuming you wanted a different answer, huh?
Whit said, rubbing his thumb on Charles's fingers to comfort Him a bit. It didn't do much, barely anything at all. But he wanted to at least feel like he was helping.
Possibly, it's fine though. Apologizes for ruining he mood. You probably didn't need me asking that, especially in a killing game.
Charles said with a sigh, trying his best to steady the small lump in his throat
No, don't apologize, Charlie. You didn't ruin the mood.
Whit protested, shaking his head a bit, and gently cupped his face with his free hand, and gently turned the Chemist to make them look at each other once more.
... What answer did you want, honestly..?
No, no.. no I don't think- I don't think I'm ready to hear it. I'd rather we continue to just.. be friends.
Are you sure?..
Whit let out a sigh, and he looked at Charles. It was painfully obvious that Charles wanted a different answer, a different answer than just "friends". Whit would actually be willing to just... go into a full on relationship with him, but the fact that Charles wasn't ready to hear the answer, it hurt the Matchmaker a bit. When he didn't get an answer, he gave up.
..Okay..I won't say it then. For your sake, I won't. Okay? Let's just enjoy this. Alright?
Whit said with a weak smile, Charles smiled back.
They could enjoy this.
Right?
...
..
.
Maybe, just maybe, if he had said "I love you" to him that night.
He wouldn't have choked on his words, or his own blood in the morning.