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“But, Clara, I-“ she turns around, eyes misty, “I love you!”
She pauses, a tear falling down her smiling cheeks as she embraced him, they look into each others eyes for just a moment before locking their lips together, a symphony playing all around-
“Ew.” Coworker blows a raspberry at the screen, slightly startling Protag out of his émersion.
“Babe. You can’t say crap about people being lovey-dovey with each other.”
The smell of burnt coffee and stale cigarette smoke (which was NOT coworkers brand) rubbed off of protags collar as coworker nuzzled into it, “yes, I can actually. I have a license.”
Protag lifts his head from the couch armrest, “Oh really?”
Coworker kicked his feet like a school girl, propping his chin up on protags chest, speaking with more confidence then necessary, “Yes.”
“May I see this license sir?”
“What are you, a cop?”
That made Protag giggle. coworker planted a kiss underneath his eye, then on his widdle nose, and finally, an eager press to his lips.
Protag snaked his hands up to coworkers hair, tilting his head so he can drink even more of his love in. If he died right now he would brag to god that he already know what heaven feels like.
…I dunno he’s feeling poetic right now, a hum that’s filled with contentment enveloping the kiss.
“Hey, baby-“
A growl that’s more of a wine slips out of Protag, “yes babe.”
“Well,” coworker huffs, “I was gonna ask you how your day was but if we’re playing the name game-“ coworker suddenly unlatches himself from Protag, flipping himself over and plopping his back onto Protags chest, “-then I guess I won’t!”
A puff of air leaves Protag, mostly because of the weight that just punched his lungs but also at coworkers little teasing-pouty session.
“Okay,” Protag wraps his arms around coworker, his pouty aura quickly dissipating as a kiss is placed on Protags hand, “apparently someone got fired today. I had to do a lot of back and forth and it was exhausting.”
“Wh- they dumped his work on you???”
“Yep.”
“A*sholes.”
“Mmmmmmng…” Protag nuzzled his nose into coworkers neck, a giggle escaping from above him as he peppered a couple of kisses along his jawline, “do you feel like a nap?”
“I don’t know about you…” a beat of silence, “…but I feel like myself.”
“Oh shut it.” Protag ruffles coworkers hair rougher than he should, chuckles infecting coworker as they sit up from the couch.
“Sure, my love,” coworker turns and pecks Protag on the lips, a smile on both of their faces, he fully turns around, his hands resting on the couch either side of Protag.
Protag runs his hands through coworkers hair, pressing his lips against his for just a moment longer, the sweet taste of their favorite tea mixed with coworkers afternoon cigarette soothing any tension that was left in his head.
“Rosebud,” Protag mumbles into coworkers lips, “I love y- AH-!”
Coworker had grabbed Protag by his waist, hoisting him up and carrying him like a toddler. Protag grumbles into coworkers neck as he hooks his arms around it.
Coworker giggles, making his way to their bedroom, and a kiss is placed on protags ear, “I love you too, love.”
Protag sighs, his breath full of warm fondness as he presses a kiss on coworkers neck, “I love you, my dandelion.”