You look like you need a soft drink to ease up your nerves. Feels like you are falling apart second by second, and it's just not you, you know? You are never nervous, this isn't fair. The world is making you frown and I just can't stand a second of it.
So I make you a fresh cup of chamomile tea, with some mint and black tea. While I'm on it you start to ramble about your crazy morning, full of names and bad manners and stuff that doesn't fit your usually good and fun stories. I keep looking at the stove, because looking at you like this is so difficult; it tears me apart a little.
You're an adult, I know, but it pains me to not be able to do much. I can only hear you and throw a hasty joke here and there. You laugh at them, but your frown is stubborn.
Hm.
I hold the cup to you, and for just a second I can feel your mood shift a bit. You thank me before taking it and adding two spoons of sugar. Your gaze is on me and my matcha sitting carefully across from you. I just know what you're about to say-
"Come here, sit with me, I know I'm mad, but I swear I won't bite you"
And so I sit, at your side, because you told me to and because I secretly expected this order. If it wasn't mentioned, then I'd be the one frowning.
I smile, it feels warm to be at your side, even if you have a headache and can't stand even yourself.
You smile back, hold onto my shoulders, and ever so softly turn me just to slip into your arms. Of course I don't complain; I'd rather not see your face at this moment.
"Comfy?"
"Yes, thank you very much. So, what were you saying..?"
You keep ranting for a little bit with we both take turns to sip our teas without burning off the other's hands. It's nice to be held with such care, feeling your breath next to my ear. I shudder when you get too close, and I try to focus and keep listening, still sipping my tea, praying it will calm my rapid heartbeats.
(It doesn't work)
I don't even notice it at first, but you stopped talking. The silence is confortable, full of companionship, and something else I can't really tell. It's big enough to fill the whole room, making me squirm a bit in delight. It's homey and candid, this moment of sudden peace with you.
That's it, till you lower your head to my shoulder, resting your chin into it. I stare into your eyes and I swear I see all of the colors from the sunset into them.
"Thank you, for listening", you kiss my cheek, "sorry for the bad mood; your tea made wonders tho. thanks for that too"
I lean to kiss your chin, and I love how fluttery you get just by me only doing that. I giggle a bit, because I can't stop myself when you are this cute.
"No problem, I'm glad you feel better. That frown of yours just doesn't suit your pretty face"
Your blush it's so worth my choice of words. It's almost too easy, almost...natural. This soft pull between each other.
I enjoy it to no end. This dance only you and me can perform. This love language made of tea and roaming hands.
You take me ever so softly just to turn me into your lap, and just then I can tell you feel the same, if not more. We connect instantly, and I can't just get enough of your hot mouth and you just can't stop looking for more into my body.
I get to notice that your frown dissapears before my thoughts shut down.