Affectionate

"Luka?"

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing?"

"Still reading through these books, love."

"...Okay."

A couple of seconds passed.

"...Do you wanna sit over here while you read those books?"

Luka couldn't stop the corners of her mouth from lifting as she straightened her back, her stretching accompanied by a chorus of cracks as she tucked a tasselled bookmark between the crisp pages of the tome. Scanning over the piles of paper and documentation on her desk, she plucked out her laptop and a small file of notes before pushing herself onto her feet. Nodding to herself, she shuffled to the couch where Miku was curled up with a film, a fluffy blue throw bought up to her chin. Luka could feel her teal eyes watching her every move as she settled down on the other side of the sofa, crossing her legs as she flicked open the paper folder.

As she started to read, Luka heard a small grumble. "Why are you sat all the way over there?" asked Miku, who had let the blanket drop into her lap. She patted the empty space next to her and pouted. "Come sit near me?"

Raising her head, Luka quirked an eyebrow. Silently, she shifted over to sit next to Miku, still leaving a small gap where the tealette's feet were tucked underneath her. Diligently, Luka picked up where she had left off with reading the notes.

"Lukaaa," moaned Miku, sighing. The aforementioned girl snapped her head up, looking at the frowning face that had called her.

At the uncomfortable glare she was receiving, Luka blinked. "What?" Miku's frown only deepened and her eyebrows crept lower down her forehead.

They remained in this state of silence for what felt like hours to Luka, who was trying to decode the grave look on her fiancée's face. Was she mad at her? Did she think she was spending too much time on her work? Had she forgotten any important dates?

Then, Miku's gaze faltered, and she fell back into the depths of the leather sofa, bringing the blanket back up over her body. Luka watched with furrowed brows as her beloved limply took hold of the remote and changed the channel to the news—which was delightfully detailing the results of a train wreck—before sinking further beneath the wall of fabric.

After shutting the folder and placing it on the carpet, next to her laptop, Luka gently tugged at the blanket, to which she felt the tealette pull it closer to her own body. Nevertheless, she persevered, managing to worm herself under the warm cotton. Her fianceé was still turned away from her, teal bangs shrouding her eyes from view.

Luka had a small internal debate over her next move: would it be too bold? After all, if Miku was indeed angry with her for some reason or another, would she be alright with such a forward move?

After a few seconds of deliberation, she ultimately decided to go through with her plan. She batted the remote out of Miku's fiddling fingers and grasped the pale hands, folding them and placing them in Luka's own lap, her left fingers entwining Miku's own. Before Miku had the chance to raise her head Luka drew her jaw up with a gentle pull. Their faces were close, almost touching; Luka could see the marbling in her sweetheart's eyes, which held a questioning look Luka wanted to answer with all of her heart. She sighed, her lips almost scraping against Miku's, and she could feel the younger girl shiver beneath her fingertips.

Luka drew in a breath slowly and she could feel the air enter her lungs and swell her chest, aware of the small shake in her body as she did so. She bought her eyes to Miku's, whose face was delicately flushed. Her rose-coloured lips had fallen open just slightly, glistening in the warm light.

Miku's gaze dropped for a split second to Luka's lips, and Luka broke into a grin, which her lover returned unconsciously. Seeing her smile made Luka's heart fill with unbridled pride, and she slipped forward, their lips meeting in a chaste kiss.

They parted, and Luka looked at Miku again. She laughed breathily as the other girl almost ducked away, coughing into her hand as she played with her fringe. Luka rested her head against the leather cushions and watched the girl opposite her, who had drawn her attention back to the television, and was watching the report on the economy with a bit too much intent.

The pinkette grinned. "Miku," she cooed, running a hand through her partner's long hair. Without moving her head, the other girl looked at Luka out of the corner of her eye. Luka could still see a slight tinge of pink on her cheeks. "Are you gonna tell me why you were being moody earlier or what?"

She held Luka's expectant stare for a few seconds, and the older girl could very well notice the deepening of her rosy cheeks into a blazing crimson. Forcing a cough into her fist, she uttered something into the air, which Luka couldn't quite catch (and couldn't help feeling that Miku didn't want her to hear).

"Sorry," she uttered, shifting her body closer. "I didn't quite get that."

"I said," said Miku, a little more forcefully, "that I just… I don't know. I just wanted to be close to you. I don't know why, I just felt an urge." She laughed as she looked down at her hands, which were playing absentmindedly with the tag of the throw. "This is gonna sound weird, but I just…feel unbelievably lucky, I guess. You could do way better than this." She gave herself a dismissive wave of a hand as she spoke. "Someone beautiful, someone who isn't moody randomly, someone who doesn't distract you from your work… but yeah. I just wanted to be close to you, but then I felt bad for taking you away from your work, since I know it's stressful and you have deadlines...I don't know. I just really, really love you, I guess."

Luka took a second to absorb Miku's affectionate words, before raising a brow. "You guess? Wow, I might as well turn back to my work, then," she declared light-heartedly, preparing to move back to the other side of the sofa.

"No no," stopped Miku, wrapping her arm around Luka's forearm. "I do love you. Honest. No guessing, I really, really, really, really do love you."

Flopping back onto the sofa, Luka snuggled against Miku, who rearranged the blanket over the two of them. "Yeah, I know you do. And I hold a very profound romantic bond for you too, my dearest."

"Aww," said Miku, smiling as she shifted against Luka. "That's sweet. We're sweet."

The older girl hummed as they settled into a soft silence, changing the channel back over to an old-timey film.

"Oh, and Miku?" added Luka, a thought popping into her head a few minutes into the movie. The other girl moved her eyes to meet hers and smiled, compelling her to continue. "About what you were saying earlier. I don't want someone beautiful, or someone with a good temperament, or someone who leaves me be when I'm busy. I only want you."

Miku snorted and thumped her with a pillow. "I was waiting for you to say that," she muttered, shaking her head. Luka giggled like a cheeky child, her shoulders bouncing up and down as she nestled the pillow behind the two of them.

They continued to watch the film, falling asleep on the sofa in the early hours of the morning, safely wrapped in each other's arms.