(A/N: HIII THIS WAS A REQUESTT by @toasttrix_ TYY FOR REQUESTING <3333 Also wtf am I supposed to call him do i call him "scara" )
Warnings: Light swearing.
"Holy shit, can you stay still for one goddamned second?" He scowled at her.
Two roommates bickering with each other. How romantic. It was night, the stars twinkling from outside of the window. The light above spilling upon the two, the blankets and sheets tossed to the side as they temporarily shared the bed.
"Well, it's not my fault your touch is so surprisingly delicate! It tickles." She says, adjusting her position on his lap.
Her legs twisted around his waist while he held her chin, tilting it upwards as he held an eyeliner pen in his other hand.
"Move one more time and you can do your own eyeliner."
Though his threat was meaningless because they both knew he'd still do it away with another scowl.
"Sure, love."
Shockingly enough, it seemed like he bit back to throw a retort concerning her teasing gone and pressed the eyeliner pen to her skin. It was unusual for such a man that spoke so ruthlessly to have such tender touches. It was lighter than a feather, the faint strokes on her skin as his hand moved with calculated precision. It was pretty. His face. His amethyst-like eyes dipped into pure concentration to get the wings identical to each other. His lips pulled into a straight line, almost pressing them together as his eyebrows ever so slightly sunk in his focus.
It was only until he pulled away that she said. "You're pretty."
He blinked at her words before giving her a small scoff. Though, the light pink tinting the tip of his ears spoke enough.
"Does it look good?" She asked, looking at him.
He narrowed his eyes at her. "Of course, it looks good, I did it."
"You know, a simple 'yes' could have sufficed? Or 'yeah, you look good.'"
If she had a penny for every time he rolled his eyes at her, she'd be rich. That's precisely what he did with a little devilish grin.
He cupped the side of her face, capturing her lips into a deep kiss before she could even think. His lips against hers muffled the little surprised noise she made. When he moved to pull away, she placed her hand on the back of his neck to pull him back in. It felt rough yet gentle, quick yet slow as their lips locked together.
They finally broke apart, panting slightly. His gaze was intense, teasing and tender all at once. He dragged his thumb down her bottom lip as he spoke lowly with a near-wicked smirk.
"You look hot as fuck."
He had the audacity to laugh at her flustered reaction. She shoved him lightly with the blood rushing to her cheeks.
"You see, I would fight you right now, but I don't want to risk my eyeliner getting ruined." She huffed. "But thanks."
"Excuses, excuses." He mocked lightly. "So, are we going on that date or are you enjoying yourself here?" He gestures to her straddling him.
"I don't know, it seems that you are the one enjoying yourself the most here." She matches his tone with an enticing grin, circling her arms around his neck.
He rolls his eyes for nth time; she thinks he must've beat the world record of eye rolling at this point. But he leans down until their noses are touching once again with a teasing smile. Their breaths mingling with each other as their eyes were locked into a never-ending trance. The light-heartedness fading into something else. Something more genuine. She couldn't look away, not when his violet eyes were so electrifyingly intense, crackling with sincerity. They didn't feel it, but they were inching closer and closer. Their lips almost meeting, the air suffocating as it embraced them.
"Though, I do wanna go on that date." She speaks just as their lips barely brush against each other.
He pushed her off his lap, sending her into the hurdle of blankets and sheets on the side.