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It’s a quiet night for once, Ember and Zemo lounge on the couch watching a movie, but Ember isn’t paying attention to it. Instead, she’s watching him. Head on his shoulder, she looks up and spots the constellation of moles on his face. One on his chin, one on each cheek, and her favorite, the one on the side of his nose.
She smiles and presses a kiss to the one on his left cheek. “Your moles are cute,” she hums.
Zemo freezes completely caught off guard. “Wha- They’re just skin anomalies,” he sputters.
“Very cute anomalies,” she teases, kissing his other cheek and then his nose.
Zemo turns bright red in a way Ember had never seen before. She can’t help but keep teasing. ”Eres mi tomate Sokoviano.”
Zemo turns redder, if that’s even possible. “I am not a fruit.” He probably meant to grumble that, but it comes out as more of a whine.
His lip sticks out in a ridiculous pout when Ember pokes his cheek and says, “You’re blushing. That makes you ripe.”
“You’re impossible.” He shoots her a heatless glare.
“Maybe, but you’re still here.”
His expression softens with affection. “As are you,” he says softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Ember’s lips.
She just smiles, a hint of mischief in her eyes, and utters a single word. “Always.”