The Demon Brothers + playing the Pocky Game with you
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Is a little confused when you appear in front of him--a thin, chocolate covered cracker sticking from your mouth
Why are you leaning in, and tilting your head up towards him? There’s a smile on your face, and a playfully innocent look in your eyes.
“Yes?” he finally asks, cocking an eyebrow. You pout, lifting a hand to momentarily remove the stick of pocky from your lips.
“It’s the Pocky Game!” you say, as if that explains everything. Lucifer fixes you with a look, and you sigh.
“The idea is that two people eat a stick of pocky together, and whoever pulls back first, loses.”
At that, Lucifer breathes in amusement. What a silly game.
“Now--,” you lift the stick back between your lips, but before you get the chance to say anything else, Lucifer’s gloved hands have cupped your cheeks.
Your eyes widen as he drags you towards him--his lips parting as the other end of the stick disappears into his mouth.
He bites the pocky only once your lips are already touching. You can feel the grin on his lips as he kisses you, and your face heats up beneath his palms.
“I believe the game is flawed,” he finally remarks once he has pulled back, gently chewing the cracker in his mouth. His eyes flash playfully as he regards your now red face. “After all, I’d much prefer to lose than win.”
“You’re an ass,” you mumble, and Lucifer chuckles.
“Would you care to try again? Losing is quite enjoyable, so I don’t mind.”
Barges into your room whilst you’re sitting at your desk, working on some homework.
There’s a stick of pocky held between your lips as you swivel to face him.
“Can I help you?”
“What are ya doin? Homework?” he approaches your side and leans over you--clearly having no concept of personal space. “That’s lame.”
You rolls your eyes and raise a hand--pressing your palm against his chest and nudging him back. He blinks, eyes dropping to your face as you smile.
“We could play a game instead, if you like.”
“All it involves is you eating this cracker with me,” you say, motioning to the chocolate pocky between your lips. “Whoever retreats first loses.”
Mammon scoffs, leaning down towards you. He grabs the non chocolate end of the pocky and guides it between his lips. He fails to realize exactly how close he is to you until he looks up and finds your face mere inches from his.
Nonetheless, he inches forward on the cracker, feeling his face heat up as you move towards him as well. He doesn’t want to admit defeat and run, but...
Noticing his internal struggle as your lips reach the point of nearly touching, you roll your eyes and press forward. Your lips connect with his in a gentle kiss.
Mammon, shocked, is the first to rear back.
“You lose,” you tell him, swiveling back to look at your homework, and Mammon stumbles over his words.
“H-Hey! That’s not fair! We need a do-over!”
Has been eyeing the box of pocky ever since you brought it into his room.
Since he’s an otaku, he’s very aware of the Pocky Game, and how popular it had been in the human realm.
He’d always wanted to try it with someone, but...
You notice him staring and squirming out of the corner of your eye, and finally put two and two together.
Smiling, you grab the red box and pull a fresh stick of pocky out--placing it between your lips.
“Do you want to play the pocky game?” you mumble, the cracker wobbling between your lips as you speak. You turn towards him, leaning in close, and immediately Levi’s face is turning multiple shades of red.
“I-I, um--,” you see his gaze fall to your lips, and his hands fist in his lap. Of course he’s nervous.
“You can close your eyes if it helps,” you tell him sweetly. He nods, too frazzled to note that closing his eyes won’t exactly aid him in winning.
Nonetheless, Levi closes his eyes and waits. He expects to feel the thin cracker press against his lips, but instead, after a few seconds--he feels something softer, and fuller.
Curious, he peeks his eyes open, and finds that your face is directly in front of his. You’re...kissing him.
“Wha--,” he rears back, holding his hand in front of his lips as if he’s been scandalized. You giggle quietly.
“I just...couldn’t help myself, Levi. I’m sorry, I know I didn’t ask fir--”
“N-No, I...,” he steals the pocky held between your fingers and brings it between his lips. There’s a newfound look of confidence in his eyes as he looks at you, and it makes your heart flutter.
“I liked it, so...let’s play the game now.”
Somewhat like Lucifer, Satan doesn’t understand the point of this silly human game.
It’s obviously just a ploy to kiss someone.
“Aren’t you interested in trying, at least?” you ask, a little disappointed as Satan turns his attention back to the book in his grasp.
The red box of pocky is held between your hands, and you scoot a little closer to him. You’d brought them with you as a snack to munch on while you and Satan read together, and upon recalling the pocky game, had decided to bring the idea up to Satan.
After all, it could be fun!
However, the Avatar of Wrath is expressing less interest than you’d imagined, and that’s...disappointing.
Your disappointment does not go unnoticed by your current companion.
Sighing, Satan sets his book down and turns to face you.
“You do realize that this entire game is basically a tactic to kiss someone, or to be kissed, yes?”
The demon watches as your cheeks turn a little pink, and you cradle the box of pocky a bit tighter. “....yes.”
Satan blinks, surprised. Oh.....oh.
Laughing at himself, Satan reaches forward and plucks a stick of pocky from the box in your hands. You open your mouth to question if he has had a change of heart, but he simply sticks the chocolate cracker between your lips, and then grabs your chin.
A moment later, he’s kissing you--biting off a majority of the snack.
“You don’t need a silly game to kiss me,” he tells you with a grin as he pulls back, and you lick your tingling lips. You’ll definitely remember that.
When you explain the game to him, he’s ecstatic.
What a cute game! Not only does he get to have a sweet little snack, but he’ll also get to kiss you!
(Oh yes, he decides the moment you explain the game that he’s going to kiss you. Any opportunity to kiss you is an opportunity he intends to take)
Sat together on Asmo’s bed, he excitedly takes a stick of pocky and places it between your lips. You giggle, thinking it cute how happy he is to be playing this game with you.
“You know, Asmo,” you mumble around the cracker as he scoots in--your knees knocking together. He lifts his hands to cup your cheeks, and you feel your skin warm.
“You’re not actually supposed to kiss me.”
“But I can, right?” he responds, grinning knowingly as his gaze shifts up from your lips to meet your eyes.
You pout, not enjoying being called out. Of course, you’re okay with him kissing you, but this is supposed to be an innocent game!
“Oh no~ Look at you pouting~ Guess that’s all the more reason to kiss it off of you!”
Holding your face steady, he parts his lips and takes in the other end of the pocky. Before long, his lips are pressed against yours, and he moans contently.
“Delicious,” he comments, pulling back after a few seconds. Without missing a beat, he reaches into the box of pocky and pulls out another stick--holding it to your lips.
“We can play a few rounds...right?”
He has never tried pocky before, so he’s already excited the moment you offer to share some of the human world snack with him.
But when you mention that there’s a game revolving around the snack, his interest is further piqued.
He loves food, and games, so to him it’s basically a win-win!
“So, all it is--,” you start, bringing a stick of pocky between your lips. Beel watches you with rapt attention. “--is a game where two people eat a stick of the snack together, and whoever backs out first, looses.”
“So...it’s basically sharing a snack, then?” Beel questions, cocking his head to the side. He leans in towards you, hunger brewing in his gut as his eyes fall to the snack held between your lips.
“Well...I mean, I guess so, but--”
You’re cut off as Beel suddenly chomps onto the other end of the cracker. Before you can even react, he has made is way up the stick of pocky--his lips pressing flush against your own.
It takes him a moment to realize that he’s kissing you.
“Oh, I--,” he leans back, cheeks heating up shyly as he stares at you. His stomach had taken over, and he’d only been on the hunt for more food to eat...
“No! No, it’s fine Beel!” you reassure him, resting your hands on his knees. You flash him a bright smile. “It’s fine! I didn’t mind!”
Beel sighs in relief, and returns your smile. However, a new idea quickly occurs to him.
“Can we do it again, then? I’d like to eat all of the remaining crackers like that.”
Is half alseep on your bed when you tear into the small red box and start munching on the chocolate snack.
He watches you mindlessly as you bring the pocky to your lips--munching on them quietly as you scroll through your DDD.
Belphie had come over to hang out with you, but had accidentally fallen asleep while waiting for you to finish homework. Now, it seems that you’ve finally finished.
“You know,” you start with a little laugh when you notice him staring at you blearily. “This is a pretty popular snack in the human world. There’s a whole game it’s used for.”
“Mmm?” Belphie hums, urging you to continue. He presses himself into a seated position, rubbing at his eyes.
“Yeah, it’s a pretty silly. Two people eat a stick together, and whoever pulls away first loses. It’s pretty much a game to see if you’re ballsy enough to kiss someone.”
...Belphie wakes up a bit quicker at hearing that.
“Hmm~ Let’s play then.”
It takes you a moment to digest his words--a stick of already half eaten pocky dangling between your lips.
Before you can finish, Belphie’s hand has found the back of your skull. Using his grip, he turns you to face him--his lips meeting yours as he eats the remaining half of the stick of pocky.
When you jump back in surprise, Belphie grins. “Looks like I won.”
“That’s not fair--you can’t just--!” you attempt to argue, your cheeks pink, but he cuts you off.
“If you think it’s not fair, then let’s just do it again.”
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The OM! Boys + first kisses (which you initiate!)
I didn’t explicitly mention it being the first kiss in each scenario, but please assume that it is! 🥰
Your feelings for the Avatar of Pride are undeniable. In fact, recently, they’ve become very hard to keep in check.
He’s already on your mind when you walk past his study, and see him hunched over his desk--working hard, like always (and that worries you a bit). Your heart is so full of love for him, and it aches whenever you think of his long, exhausting days.
Even if it’s cheesy, you want to be a pick-me-up to him during those busy times.
“Shouldn’t you take a break?” you quip, silently making your way inside. Lucifer blinks, and his gaze softens when it falls on you.
“Perhaps you’re right,” he sighs, but doesn’t set his pen down. He frowns at the stack of papers in front of him, not paying you any mind as you slowly scoot your way around the side of the desk--stepping up behind him.
You watch him as he works, eyes trailing from his gloved hands, up his arms, and across his strong jaw line.
Lucifer never fails to enchant you. Even just being here, so close to him, has your heart racing.
...you want to kiss him.
And the minute Lucifer turns his head ever so slightly, moving to look at you, you do just that.
Without giving yourself much time to think on it, you reach your hands forward and cradle his face--closing your eyes as you press your lips against his own.
You feel Lucifer still in surprise, and you’re quick to try and pull back--but then a grin is spreading on his lips, and his gloved hand is curling against the back of your neck.
He kisses you for a few more moments, goosebumps rising on your skin. Then, he finally releases you--only allowing you a few inches to breathe as his thumb soothes through your hair.
“I’m a bit upset you didn’t allow me the chance to kiss you first,” he says with a bit of a frown, but soon laughs. “However, as long as I get to keep kissing you, I certainly won’t complain.”
Despite your affections for the Avatar of Greed, they never seem to be enough.
Tonight, he’s pouting because you’d spent your afternoon with Asmo--having a shopping day together--and not him.
“I mean, ya could’ve invited me,” he says, pointedly ignoring you as he rolls onto his side and occupies himself on his DDD. You sigh.
“Mammon, Asmo wanted it to be just the two of us. I assumed you would be okay for just a few hours without me at your side.”
Somehow, he manages to pout even harder.
“I’m supposed’ta be your first...why are ya spending so much time with those guys?”
Your gaze softens as you regard him. He should know by now that he’s got a special place in your heart, and yet, that’s still not enough for him.
No, he’s the Avatar of Greed. He’ll only continue to crave more, right?
He grunts, not turning to face you. “What?”
“Mammon, look at me, please.”
You speak quietly, tenderly--letting any annoyance disappear from your tone. Then, finally, Mammon gives in, and rolls onto his back.
“What? Are you ready to apolo--mmph!”
He literally goes stiff as a board when you lean in and capture his lips. Your cheeks are hot--you’re embarrassed despite your sudden burst of confidence.
“There--,” you say, sitting back after a few seconds. “Is that enough to make it up to you?”
Mammon blinks at you, face getting redder by the second. Then, his gaze is darting away, brain catching up to what has just occurred. However, it’s clear that he’s far from unhappy.
“Uhhh...well, maybe if you give me a few more, I’ll think about forgiving you.”
It’s a spur of the moment type thing.
You’re hanging out with Levi, watching him play a video game, when things start to go wrong. He hops to his feet, cursing up a storm as he attempts to regain his footing in the match he’s suddenly now losing.
You decide to stay calm, to not worry, because surely Levi will calm down in a moment--but when his power starts to seep, an aura growing around him--you know you have to do something.
After all, he can’t summon Lotan again.
“Levi, hey! Why don’t we calm down!” you try, smiling at him. You shift yourself into his field of vision, hoping to distract him from the game that’s only continuing to go south.
“There’s a special reward for beating this level!” he hisses, his amber eyes ghosting right over you. “I have to win!”
“You can try again once you’ve calmed down!” you argue, taking a step forward, with your hands held in front of you. Your fingers skim the fabric of his jacket, and you look up at him, but he’s too immersed to realize exactly how close you are. (After all, if he did, he would definitely be scrambling backwards right now).
You sigh at his adamance, fingers curling into his shirt. You had been hoping your first kiss with him would at least be a little more romantic, but here goes nothing!
Gathering all of your courage, you press up and connect your lips with his. It takes him a few seconds to register what’s going on, but you feel the controller in his hands slowly drop. And then, he’s jolting back--arm raising to cover his tomato colored face.
“Y-Y-You!! You kissed me!”
“I’m sorry!” you immediately say, feeling hot as well. “You wouldn’t listen to what I was saying, and I didn’t want you to accidentally hurt yourself, or your games, or your brothers, so!” You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself, but it doesn’t work well.
“Listen...I’m sorry if you didn’t like it, I just--”
“W-Well...I never said that...,” he mumbles, interrupting you. His gaze darts between your face, and the wall nearby. “But I didn’t really...feel...it the first time, so...m-maybe we should do it again…”
Satan is a pretty good cook, so you tend to hang around him when it’s his night to make dinner.
It's not uncommon that you try to steal bites whenever he’s not looking.
Today, however, he warns you just a second too late that he’s making spicy curry (like, really spicy curry), so you should steer clear of any taste-testing.
Of course, a beat later he turns and sees you over the stove with the wooden spoon shoved into your mouth.
Even before you start to sweat, and tears form in your eyes, Satan is at fridge--pulling out the carton of milk and pouring you a big glass.
As you down the soothing liquid, Satan stays by your side--unable to help it when he chuckles. You send him a glare, letting him know you don’t appreciate him laughing at your pain, and he lifts a hand to pat your hair.
“Oi, Oi~ It’s your fault for not listening to me.”
He breaks into another fit of giggles, moving past you to return to the stove. Your eyes follow after him, heart beating surprisingly fast at the sound of his laughter, and the slightest bit of physical contact with him.
Setting the glass on the counter--your mouth now successfully not about to burst into flames--you steel yourself and make your way towards him.
Without warning, once at his side, you reach forward and grab two handfuls of his sweater vest. Satan’s eyes widen in surprise as you drag him into the impromptu kiss, but it doesn’t take him long to reciprocate.
With little thought, he matches the firmness of your lips--his cheeks dusted pink when he pulls back to smile at you.
“What was that for?”
“Just felt like it,” you mumble, glancing away. Your eyes fall to the bubbling pot of curry. “...will you make a separate batch that won’t kill me?”
He hums. “Maybe for the price of another kiss.”
Although Asmodeus teases you all the time about how much he wants to kiss you, and to shower you in even more intimate forms of affection--he never acts on them.
Sure, he’s the Avatar of Lust, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t understand boundaries.
He loves you a lot, and doesn’t want to mess your relationship up by moving too quickly, and for that, you really appreciate him.
However...while his consideration is appreciated, you’re starting to go stir crazy at the fact that he won’t make the first move.
So, you decide to take it upon yourself.
You spend hours--days, even--building up your courage. And today, your courage meter is finally full.
Asmo and you already have plans to hang out, so it’s not strange when you knock at his door. It is out of character, however, when he pulls the door open to greet you, and you immediately lurch forward--wrapping your arms around him as your lips connect.
Even if it’s unexpected, Asmo is reciprocating without missing a beat. He hugs you tightly, kissing you back until you’re gently pushing him away--in need of some air.
“Oh, I loved that,” he says dreamily, taking a step back into his room. “You should do that more often!! I love seeing this confident side of you! It’s such a turn on!”
You cup your hot cheeks, stepping inside after him--still in shock that you’d actually kissed him.
“I don’t know, Asmo, it took me a while to work up to that.”
He giggles a little at your statement, and you blink when he reaches forward and grabs a strand of your hair--tugging you forward. His eyes sparkle.
“Well...even if you don’t have the courage to initiate right now, since the ice is broken…,” he gaze falls to your lips. “Is it okay if I kiss you instead? I promise it’ll be enjoyable~ After all, I’m good at this stuff.”
Most of the time, you’re alright with giving Beel your food. You love him to the moon and back, and seeing him eating his favorite dishes with that happy look on his face makes your heart soar.
Today, however, you’d purposely stashed your desert to the side--intent on eating it yourself, for once, considering it was a limited time flavor from Madam Screams.
You’d hoped that putting it out of sight, and quite literally stashing in behind all the food in the fridge, would help keep it from the Avatar of Gluttony--but food never gets past him.
You’re in the middle of finishing up your turn on dish duty when you hear the fridge pop open. Immediately you’re whipping your head around--gasping in shock when you see Beel sticking his head into the appliance, sniffing around with a hungry look on his face.
“Beel no!” you abandon the dishes and rush over to him, trying to stop him from devouring your dessert in one bite. However, your efforts are futile, and soon your precious sweets are gone. The only remaining hint of them is the dusting of sugar on Beelzebub’s lips, and in a moment of foolish bravery, you grab him by the collar of his jacket and tug him down.
Your lips connect, and you can taste the dessert on him--sweet, and rich--everything you’d been hoping for.
After a few seconds, you pull back for air, and find Beel staring at you with surprise written all over him. You feel your face begin to heat up--realization at what you’d just done hitting you--but before you can think to apologize, or run, Beel is dragging you back in.
His palms cup your cheeks--his lips meeting yours once more.
“I’m sorry for eating your dessert,” he mumbles, regret in his tone. “I’ll buy you another one. But.. until then, I want to keep tasting you.”
You’re struggling to fall asleep when Belphie stops by your room, and asks if you want to go for a walk with him. The offer sounds heavenly, so you say yes.
It’s a simple thing--walking side by side with the Avatar of Sloth, through the uncrowded streets of the Devildom--but it still makes you feel...smitten.
Over the last few weeks, your feelings for Belphie have only grown larger, and larger. And now, even simple gestures like this--that don’t have any special meaning--cause your mind to wander.
Seriously, he’s not even talking, but your gaze is zeroed in on his mouth. On his soft lips, which are parted ever so slightly as he sighs--his eyes trailing around the familiar scenery.
“Hey,” he speaks, turning to face you. He smiles, and the expression has your heart jumping into your throat.
Without thinking--acting solely on a split second of courage--you step towards him.
“Do you wanna get some--,” his voice cuts off abruptly as you press your lips to his. He makes a quiet sound of shock, and you can only imagine that he’s staring at you like you’re crazy. (Luckily, you can’t confirm if he is since your eyes are squeezed shut).
After a few seconds, you decide to pull back--feeling a little dejected since Belphie hasn’t made a move of his own. Then, just as you peel your eyelashes back open, Belphegor is grabbing you by your waist--dragging you against him as he captures your lips.
His kisses are much hotter than yours, and you whine at him, gently knocking your fist against his chest when you notice that the two of you are starting to draw looks from some nearby demons.
“What?” he asks cheekily, his grip loosening enough to allow you some room for air. “You’re the one that suddenly kissed me in the middle of the street. First kiss, too. How daring.”
Your face flushes, eyes darting away. “Y-Yeah, well…”
“Well,” he continues, reaching down to grab your hand. He intertwined his fingers with yours, tugging you farther down the street. “I say we get somewhere more private, and then continue.”
It just...sort of...happens.
Diavolo invites you to have tea in his office during your free period, and things go so well, that for a moment, you have a lapse in sanity and actually forget that the goddamn Prince of Hell isn’t your boyfriend.
You’ve had feelings for him for a while, and sometimes--when he’s in front of you, looking so handsome, and being so charming--it’s easy to lose yourself in those feelings.
So when your tea time wraps up, and Diavolo escorts you to the door of his office, maybe you--without thinking--press to your tiptoes and plant a kiss right against his lips.
“Thank you for tea, I--,” your words die off as a sense of dread washes over you. You raise a hand to your lips, realizing what you’ve done. “Oh my god--”
Your eyes flit to Diavolo’s face, and you can tell that he’s at a loss for word--his golden eyes wide with surprise.
Oh god, why are you like this??
Freaking out, you hurriedly reach for the door handle. “Lord Diavolo, I am so sorry. I wasn’t thinking, I--”
But before you can run into the hall and away from your current nightmare, Diavolo is grabbing your wrist and tugging you back into the room.
“No, no! No need to be sorry,” he beams, his free hand lifting to brush a few stray hairs from your face. “I was just caught off guard, that’s all.”
You flush, looking away and mumbling. “But I kissed you out of the blue like that…”
“True,” he chuckles, gaze tender as he regards you. “I was surprised, that’s for sure.” He leans down and looks you in the eyes--your faces just inches apart.
“So, next time, maybe don’t jump at me. Simply asking me for a kiss will work just fine.”
You’re helping Barbatos out in the kitchen of the Demon Lord’s Castle when the urge to kiss him suddenly overwhelms you.
Because honestly--how dare he look so kind, and handsome all the damn time. In everything that he does, he always manages to hold the same poise, and grace, and it drives you mad.
Even now, as he stands over the stove--watching dinner cook, with an apron tied around his waist--the energy he exudes draws you in, and makes you fall all over again.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you slowly make your way around the kitchen island, and step up to his side.
Sensing your presence, he turns to face you with a gentle smile.
“Dinner is almost finished,” he says. “Thank you for your help. If you want, you can head to the dining room where the others are.”
You nod, but your feet don’t move. Barbatos blinks, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly.
“Are you alright, Y/N?”
Taking a deep breath, you gather all of your courage, and then reach forward. Barbatos pauses as your fingers brush against his cheeks--his eyes going wide when he feels your lips press against his--warm, and soft.
“I…,” you stutter when you finally pull back. “I just...I want to do that, so…”
Barbatos chuckles at your darkening face, his gloved hand moving to cup your cheek.
“It’s quite alright. I’m flattered to know that you wanted to kiss me.”
His thumb soothes over your hot skin, and he smiles a bit wider.
“If you ever feel like doing it again, then please, by all means, you have my permission.”
“Same to you,” you mumble, causing him to laugh a little more. Leaning in, he presses a kiss to your forehead.
You choose to blame your actions on the atmosphere of the party, and the fact that the sorcerer is looking fine as ever--dressed in a dark button down shirt, with the first few buttons undone.
He’d dragged you to The Fall with him, wanting a companion for the night, and you’d agreed.
Now, it’s been hours since your arrival, and the entire time, Solomon has kept you close to his side--fingers curling around your waist when you accidentally begin to stray too far.
The contact has butterflies fluttering around inside your tummy, but you try your best to ignore the sensation--the way being so close to Solomon is making you feel.
Your feelings boil over, however, when Solomon makes a point of defending you from a pushy demon.
Following the encounter, he drags you to a more private area of the club to create some much needed space.
“Jeez, I know you’re a human, but that was pretty rude,” he mumbles, eyes straying to the dance floor as he adjusts his shirt cuffs. But your gaze is solely locked on him, a frenzy of different emotions running through you in response to him, and his actions.
In the end, though, you can only think of one thing to do. One thing you really want to do.
Solomon makes a quiet sound of shock when you suddenly press up--pushing your lips against his for a few long beats. And when you inch back for air, you find Solomon grinning at you, looking quite satisfied.
“Oh? Giving a kiss to your prince charming? I like this type of payment.”
You scoff and push against his chest, but he’s already grasping your waist--keeping you near.
“I want that kiss back.”
“No refunds,” he laughs, his forehead knocking against yours, and the look in his eyes makes your melt a little. Then, he’s the one initiating kisses, and you swear your heart is beating in time with the bass of the club music.
With a school dance right around the corner, the angel had kindly offered to help you learn how to...well...dance. Properly dance. Not club dancing, or anything of the like.
No, from what you had heard, the RAD school dances were much more formal than the dances you had experienced in school back in the human world, so you’d been searching for a dance teacher.
Simeon had been more than happy to offer his services.
“Look at you!” he says with a gentle laugh--your hand on his shoulder, and his fingers curled around your waist. There’s music playing from your DDD, abandoned on his dresser as the two of you waltz around his room.
“You’re really getting the hang of it!”
You smile as you glance at his bright face, heart fluttering against your ribs as you’re once again reminded of how pretty he is, and how close the two of you are at the moment.
Seriously, as much as you appreciate him for offering to teach you, you’re pretty sure you’ve already staved off half a dozen heart attacks during your lessons.
And today, as heart attack number seven looms, you reach your breaking point.
As the song comes to a close, you step forward--breaking your rhythm--and kiss him. You can feel his body still--his brain catching up with reality.
Just as you begin to pull away, Simeon is closing the gap--hugging you tightly as he reciprocates your affections.
“You won’t kiss the others like this when you’re dancing with them, will you?” he whispers with a smile, making you laugh. “Our first kiss should be special, I think.”
“Kisses while dancing will be reserved for you,” you reassure him, giggling more when he pulls back and pouts at you.
“All kisses should be reserved for me.”
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