after unlocked: a sokeefe fanfic

Chapter 25-Keefe

Keefe fingered the Batman shirt. He was surprised it still fit him. It must've been huge for him when he first wore it.

Either that, or Forkle had found an identical version and had just told Keefe it was from three years ago.

Sophie bounded down the stairs, stopping in front of him and smoothing her gray sweater and black jeans.

Her eyes ran over Keefe. He craned his head, surveying himself. The Batman shirt, of course, the light wash jeans, cuffed just above his ankles, with hightop shoes that Sophie had called Blazers. They were white with a weird curvey sumbol in red.

"I look pretty good in human clothes, huh, Foster?"

Sophie flushed. "You look... uh, passable. Your face and your hair is going to attract attention, but if we avoid enough people, girls won't ask for autographs."

Keefe frowned. "Why would they ask for autographs?"

"Well, I mean... look at you." She gestured wildly to him. "You—" she trailed off as he brushed a hand through his hair. "You..."

"Losing your train of thought?"

"Uh..."

"You're blushing,"

"No! I mean, no, I'm not." She cleared her throat.

"So what you're saying is that I'm hot in human clothes? That's why people would ask for autographs?" He asked with a smirk. "Thanks, Foster. I always knew you were in love with me."

She flushed even redder.

Ah.

Making her blush was Keefe's favorite game.

She looked away. 

He said, "So you think my hair, specifically, will attract attention?" He was not ready to let it go. He would drag everything he could out of her blush.

Sophie dragged her eyes back to Keefe reluctantly, examining it critically. "I mean..." she chewed her lip, stepping closer and standing on her tiptoes.

She reached for his hair, and Keefe froze, for the first time in a long time, letting someone touch his hair.

Sophie dragged her fingers through it, fluffing the roots a little more. Keefe pressed his lips together, trying to keep the groan of pleasure from escaping his lips, as her fingers grazed his scalp, and he nearly closed his eyes from the sheer bliss of the moment.

"There." She said, stepping back slightly, leaving Keefe with slightly messier hair, and flushed cheeks.

Sophie smiled ruefully. "Okay, that made it better than before. I guess there's no making your hair not look good."

Keefe stared at her, trying to gather his thoughts from their scattered state.

He had just been teasing her.

There was no way she wasn't trying to get him back for the teasing.

That was probably the only reason she had done that.

Even so...

"Uhhh..." he shook his head. "So, you, uh..." he lost focus, staring down at her... "uh, excited?"

How did she have that effect on him?

Sophie grinned at his frazzled state. "Y'know, it's adorable when you're flustered."

"Stop," he whined, holding back the smile peeking past his lips. "Just answer the question."

Sophie laughed. "Okay, yeah. I'm excited. Granted, we're on a mission, so that's tamping down on my boundless enthusiasm, but yeah, I'm excited."