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Sometimes you found yourself staring at him, wondering how someone so tormented could be so soft and absolutely pathetic. That wasn’t all he was, of course, he was also a little shit that purposely pushed buttons with that lopsided grin of accomplishment. But to you, to you, he was the sweetest thing on earth. You felt your heart twist and unwind at that endearing expression on his face, at the utter pathetic cluelessness that he seemed to embrace so well. You wanted to hold him close forever, tightening around him like a snake until no one else could get close.
Your hand was tracing through his hair, lightly pressing your nails against his scalp and dragging in a delicate performance. His head was tilted back against your abdomen, his ribs cradled between your thighs and his arms resting over them. He was content. Basking in attention like it was something that could be taken away from him any day now and he wanted to remember the taste of it. He wasn't even watching the film, the light casting a glow across the bedroom with hues of warmth. It was forgotten, plain as that. Nothing more than background noise to his own comfort. "You alright, baby blue?" you murmured softly, not wanting to break the trance.
There was a soft humming noise, something that tried to acknowledge your question but too caught up in the labyrinth you created through his hair. It was sweet. Sometimes you wondered how someone so lethargic and languid could be considered dangerous. This pathetic man? he was made of clouds and soft grins that pulled up more on one side. How this, this, could become anyone else was an impossible request to conjure. You gently, very gently, remove your hands from his hair and the attention it provided to his scalp. Instead, your fingers moved down towards his cheeks and stroked the soft skin in circular motions. "I swear, you could have been a cat in another life."
Blue came alive under the words. His eyes opened with a lopsided smile, staring up at you with enough warmth to have your belly swelling up with affection. "Yeah?" he laughed lightly, a short and uncomfortable sound. "That's nice," there was a slight wheeze as his laughter dropped away.
Leaning forward and tilting over enough that it pulled at your lower back, your lips pressed against his forehead. His skin was warm beneath the soft slopes of your mouth. It was comforting how warm he always felt, even though the man was constantly wearing sweaters and the like, probably the most comfortable dressed person you had ever met. A quiet 'mwah' followed. A light pressure wrapped around your wrists, not removing your hands from cradling his face and drawing soft shapes on his skin, but just making connection. Bob signed beneath you, shifting slightly with his arms now raised above his head. Soft, you thought once again with a smile. "Such a gentle boy," you murmured and pressed another to his forehead. A louder 'mwah' following. He made a soft snorting sound this time, his fingers digging in slightly but still not pushing you away. "Don't..." he mumbled, barely audible and lacking any real displeasure towards your display.
"Mwah," you kissed him again, a little lower that was closer to the bridge of his nose. His eyes scrunched shut, smile broadening despite how he started to squirm. "Let me love you," the words fell without thought, not caring that... well, you had never used those words but it wasn't an 'i love you' so it was fine, right? "C'mere," you kissed him, peppering kiss after kiss upon his warm skin as he twisted and squirmed on the bed as his laughter grew along with the flustered hue that crawled up his neck to the tops of his ears. "Mwah, mwah, mwah," you kept leaving a path along his face, starting to laugh with him as you shifted into a kneeling position. "Stay still!" you laughed, holding his face firmly as he tilted his head back against the bed and laughed even louder, an almost low sound that filled the room. It was the first time you had ever heard him laugh so much, a sound that you never wanted to end.
He chuckled against your affections, allowing himself to be attacked with the softness of your lips. "Stop it!" For a moment, reality started slipping away from him, all except the feeling of his heart lurching with every kiss. Between the gentle caresses, the playful pinching, and shoving, you had managed to climb atop him. Straddling his lap as he kept one hand raised, as if to push you away if you came back for more. He was still grinning, head tilted back with that endearing expression on his face that gave way that happiness was a full body experience for him. You relented, hearing how heavy his breathing had gotten from laughing. "Stop," he repeated breathlessly, unable to fight his amusement. "No more."
"No?" you tilted your head slightly for just a second before straightening back up, and then grasped his hand to intertwine your fingers. It was enough, you knew that. "Okay, no more."
Bob let his attention drop to your intertwined fingers, the way they rested over his blue sweater, on abdomen. He was sure you could feel his breathing, how stuttered it got because of you. "I never thought I would be this happy, you know?" he spoke softly, almost wistfully after some moments of quiet that had settled. "Have... a family, an unconventional one, at best-" you smiled down at him, but he was just grinning to himself, lost in his head. Then he lifted his other hand, spreading his fingers apart in preparation before you lunged out for him. He exhaled through his nose when both your hands were linked together with his own, almost a laugh or maybe just collecting himself, and his eyes trailed up towards your own again, and you could see how happy he was. For a moment, you stared at him; at the flush dusting his cheeks with warmth, the way his mouth was open was just a little like he was about to say something. Soft.
Laughter started to slip away, a slow loss as if sand was falling from between your fingers. You shifted slightly on his pelvis, lifting your intertwined hands and shaking them playfully. Bob stared up at them, as if mesmerised by the sight, his fingers clenching against your own. "I like seeing you happy," you told him, leaning down and presented a kiss upon his mouth; familiarity teased through the casual way you took your time to capture his bottom lip in a languid embrace. When you pulled back an inch, Bob followed after you. You relented, pressing back down and capturing his bottom lip, sucking on it gently. He tasted of coffee; the kind he would order and sit in the penthouse while reading. Bob hummed slightly, the slight vibration caused you to break into a smile before taking your time to run a couple of soft pecks against his mouth. "Mwah," you couldn't help but make the sound softly, smiling against his mouth when it caused him to break into a grin. "Stop it!"