“So how many stars in the sky?”
He had one arm curled around you and keeping you tucked into his side, the other holding your pet cat Nebula, gently stroking its fur. When he asked this question his eyes flickered to gaze out of the open window, towards the night sky. A cool breeze swept in then. You watched the swaying of his hair and reached up to push it out of his eyes. He kept it constantly over his forehead. You would rather have endless access to that golden colour you loved.
“Infinite.” Your voice was soft, soft enough to do justice to the peace and quiet of your bedroom. Tucked under the covers and sunk almost completely into the pillow, you needed no distractions. Only him, and the sound of his heartbeat, that sped up when you rested your head on his chest. Infinite was a word that could be used for a lot of things. The number of stars in the sky. The amount of love you had for him. The number of years he had said he wanted to spend with you.
Kuroo’s fingers began a little dance on your shoulder, occasionally stroking the crook of your neck.
“If you could count the number of stars,” he spoke, and you felt his lips moving against your hair, “would you?”
Hm. Of course, no matter how long it took to reach that number, if you could be the person who knew the exact figure, it would be worth it. “Yeah, but you would have to come along with me.” You laughed.
The feeling of his lips pulling up into a smile was unmistakable. “I would go with you. All the way to space and beyond. Until,” he chuckled a little and you looked up to see the mischievous face you loved, “we would become stars too.”
“Babe,” now one of your hands was on top of his, running through Nebula's fur, “that’s not how stars are born.”
“Wouldn’t you want to be a star, right next to me?” His eyes locked onto yours, unshaking, unwavering. “We would be the most beautiful pair in the sky.”
“I have no doubt.” You couldn’t help it, you reached up to hold his face, pull him closer. His cheek fit so perfectly in your palm, it would be criminal not to take advantage of that fact. “You, the brightest star. But do you have any idea,” smirking a little, you gave him an incredulous look, “how many light years are between stars? We would be so, so far away.”
For a fraction of a second his smile wavered. But that was as long as it lasted. Allowing your lips to come within millimetres of each other, he rested his forehead on yours. And no matter which star, one might say, was the brightest in the sky, they all dimmed compared to the golden eyes you had the pleasure of seeing every night before bed.
“I would cross light years to be with you.”
Nebula slithered out and slinked away when you two wrapped your arms around each other and ended the day with the sweetest of kisses.
