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It was a great day.
You kept thinking that over and over. You were currently at the place where the water kisses the land, laying on a beach blanket — which was obviously adorned with a pattern bearing Flowery's face — with the man of your dreams sitting beside you. He seemed strangely quiet. It didn't seem like he was observing something, or even thinking about anything in particular, but more so that he was just taking it all in. Taking what in exactly? That's what you were trying to figure out.
It made sense after all, with him being a flower, he was probably photosynthesizing. You looked around to see some of the other flowers in the distance, lazing about , presumably doing the same. The sight brought a smile to your face, seeing everyone so relaxed made you happy, too. You turned your attention back to Flowery as you saw some movement in your peripheral vision, he was yawning. Is he tired? Well, it probably is tiring for his body to process all of that delicious sunlight. You wonder if it tastes yummy, or if it tastes like anything at all.
A few hours prior he was applying sunscreen all over your body. His hands moving up and down your back, and all over your sides, so softly, it was intoxicating. He was studying your expressions throughout, and when you would make a particularly pleasure-filled face at his motions, he would keep massaging that spot. However, when it came to your chest and inner thighs, you abruptly told him you could apply it yourself, as it wouldn't be ideal to be aroused in public. Later, you had asked Flowery if he needed help with applying sunscreen on his own body. He simply replied coolly, "Heh, I'm gonna face the sun head on!". In retrospect, it should've been fairly obvious what he was talking about, but you couldn't stop thinking about him fighting the sun... or something like that. In the back of your mind, you kind of believed in his ability to do so.
Turning back to the matter at hand, you gently put your hand on Flowery's back, rubbing soft circles. He slowly turned to face you, and gradually made his way to lay down next to you. His arms snaked around you, embracing you in a side hug. "You don't mind this, do you?", he spoke with unusual uncertainty. It was a genuine question, he really needed to know if he could be your 'princess' this time. You tenderly reassured him that you were ecstatic to be his pillow, that earned a soft snicker from him.
"Then I guess I'll...", he drifted off before he could even finish his sentence. The sight alone made a familiar warmth bloom all throughout your torso. You wanted to squeeze him and kiss him endlessly but you decided to hold off on that. For now, anyway. Instead settling for gentle kisses on the top of his head, all the while he snored softly.
Flowery always jumped to display affection, in public, in private, no matter what, he was always your lovely flower coloured prince. But, that's what he's supposed to be, or atleast what he thinks he should be. Slowly, over the passage of your relationship, you've put him in the receiving role of love. It's a little difficult for him, you've noticed. He reluctantly accepts it, sometimes even freezes up, only to carry on like nothing even happened. It seems like it never even occurred to him that he could be the object of someone else's devotion.
But, Flowery still tries, he tries so hard to just accept it, because his love for you exceeds whatever is in his body and mind telling him he shouldn't.
He's gotten a lot better though. He still gets restless when he has to take a kiss, or a genuine compliment. But, he's trying his best, and that thought makes you jarona... what does jarona mean anyway? Flowery always says that with a smile, so it probably means something good. He also says 'Glue!' with a smile on his face. You're getting sidetracked, it'd be better to ask the meaning of his voice clips when the source himself wake up.
Glancing down grants you a most beautiful view. Flowery pressed up against you, arm gently resting on your chest. His breathing incredibly soft, expression as relaxed as can be, mouth very slightly agape. He could only be described as cute, for a moment you thought your heart was going to explode.
He stirred awake after a little bit, sitting up completely straight, looking as energized as ever, his signature smile back on his face. He turned around to hover over you, not without reason ofcourse. He spoke with enthusiasm, "I feel like I could run a million watering cans!" — whatever that meant — he continued, "The water might be nice, would you like to take a dip?", the last part of his statement accentuated with a perfectly timed hair flip. His offer was met with a nod and soon you two headed for the water.
The water was cold, you hesitantly pushed yourself in. In front of you, Flowery was swimming in circles in perfect form, when he noticed you staring at him, he began to swim closer. He offered his hands for you to grasp, and for the second time you accepted his offer. He held you with a certain tenderness reserved only for you, guiding you through the shallow parts of the water. The water didn't feel cold anymore, maybe because you had gotten used to it, or maybe because you were too focused on the man infront of you. Flowery's hair was flowing gently in the wind, his face wore the smile it usually does but it was much more genuine, you could tell.
He began to idly chat about things, about the other flowers, about himself, about the two of you, you listened with unapologetic sincerity. Eventually, his ramblings came to an end. He then, picked you up without warning and walked towards the land. Before you could question what was happening, he murmured, "Humans prune easily". You thought of telling him that it's probably not as harmful and quick acting as he thinks it is, but something seems... off. You have a theory, maybe he just wanted to pick you up, not that you're complaining. Leaning in even closer to him, you whisper, telling him about how much you like being picked up, and then, you ask him if he feels the same way. Flowery's face reddens ever so slightly, "...What gave you that impression?". You ruffle his precious hair. "Alright! Alright! You got me... I just wanted to carry you", he spoke through laughter.
He did eventually put you down, much to your dismay. You both sat on the beach blanket you were resting at before your little ocean venture. Flowery inched closer and closer to you, until he was close enough to rest his head on your shoulder. You wrapped your arm around him, encouraging him to relax. He sighed in relief.
This day was one among many more beautiful days to come.