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~Sollux POV~

The smoke in the air is eminent and while the air in the evening is rather cold, the fire in front of you is warm, and so is the body beside you. Music is playing softly and there's a bag of marshmallows strewn everywhere, probably half of the giant bag wasted instead of actually eaten. There are a few that did get onto sticks and mashed between two graham crackers with hershey's, but most of them were lost in the food fight.

Earlier that day you'd woken up much less enthusiastic about fun and life, but throughout the day you've been starting to feel better. It's like just spending the day with Eridan doing just fun things makes it seem like there's a chance that everything can be ok for you. So now, the two of you sit in front of the fire pit in his backyard sitting next to each other on the same chair. He's pressed up against your side, and the warmth of him is surprisingly large considering his small body. In the morning the two of you had gone clothes shopping, so at the moment you're much more in your own element.

Rather than large baggy sweatpants you sit in tighter jeans and converse, the black v neck clinging to you body as tightly as your boyfriend. Over it is a leather jacket adorned with chains and zippers, and as a joke you got fake 3D glasses to top off the look. The boy beside you is in regular clothing but couldn't look more perfect. His hair is slicked back into a pompadour with it's purple streak slightly off center, one strand of the royal color falling onto his forehead. Your legs are intertwined with his and one arm is behind his back, your hand coming around his back and clutching his shoulder while both of his wrap around your torso. His chin is rested on your chest and he's looking up at you, grinning.

You pull your other hand up and push a finger against his nose lightly, making a small "boop" noise as he laughs. In the fire and star light his eyes have a sort of glow to them that while could be described as a sparkle, couldn't at the same time. While there is a glimmer it's something more than that, something softer yet brighter at the same time than the typical "sparkle." You move your head closer to his keeping eye contact. He moves with you, the two of you pulling each other closer and closer until while your mouths don't quite touch, your noses and foreheads are tapping together, both of you smiling.

Softly at first you touch your lips to his, putting a pressure on his as he does the same. Instinctively you try to pull your body's closer together but all you can do is press him to you, holding his back with your hands as you kiss him, only stopping for air. You rub his arms, his sides, his shoulders. You love him so much, you want to touch every part of his body. You want to be a part of him just as much as he is a part of you and you grab his hand without stopping the kiss, breathing harder and gripping his fingers.

He intertwines his own with yours and you lock together hand in hand, lips on lips, legs intertwined with legs. With his free hand he runs his fingers through your hair, across your forehead. You break suddenly, looking into eachother's eyes with passion, with love. You break apart your hands and bring them to his face, letting your fingers wander over his cheekbones and across his lips, pressing on the bottom lip with your thumb, breathing hard.

His hand comes up and grabs your wrist lightly, his thumb rubbing circles over the bones that he finds. He's breathing just as hard as you and you gasp in union, taking a moment to stare into eachother's eyes.

"Sollux," He starts and you continue to stare at him, giving him permission to say what he wants to say.

"Look. I know that I'm an asshole, and don't say that's not true because we both know that it is. But, around you I'm just the biggest fucking asshole on the planet because I don't know how to act. It's like I get all freaked out when I look into your eyes, and every time I hear you laugh or see you smile I don't know what to say or do because you're just so beautiful and breathtaking. So, I end up as an asshole even though it's dumb. But it doesn't even seem to matter because you don't care. I haven't even known you for that long, but I feel like I have forever because you get me more than anyone. And I want you to know that I'm completely aware that we're both assholes, but that doesn't matter to me because you could say anything and it'd be ok as long as it's not that you've decided to try to leave me forever again.

"My life has gotten so much better since I met you. Hey, you broke into my house and it's still one the best thing that's ever happened to me, only besides the fact that I got there before you could die. Even if I have money and a friend, my life was nothing better than I've found I have today. And you know, it's still not perfect. There are some things I still need to show you, to let you understand. But this entire scenario to me is pretty perfect to me so far. I can never say enough how much I love you. I could talk for hours and hours saying these things over and over, and it still wouldn't even begin to amount to how much you mean to me at this point of my life.

"So, Sollux, I hope you understand just how much I love you. If you ever have to leave I want you to know that I'd wait a thousand years for you and while it'd be hell, I know it'd be all worth it for the moment you'd come back to me. But, for now, I do have you, so I'm going to cherish every moment that I can spend with you now and hope that you never have to leave me."

You feel like all you can do is blink at him. You feel so happy, but how do you come back about something like that? You've never been particularly good with words, just with actions. Everything that he's said you feel about him yourself on a spiritual level, but what can you say? All you find that you can do is grin and go in for a kiss fast, still smiling. You can feel his mouth twitch upward and you can hear him gasp, your hands pushing up the hair on his head. What in the world did you do to deserve someone like this?

The smell on his hair is that of smoke from the fire, but also some sort of shampoo. You stop kissing him and smile, pushing his head down so you can kiss the top of it. He is precious. He is perfect.

And he is yours.