#i'm happily asexual but occasionally my brain throws something at me that's too good not to share

[southwalessubculture]

When you agreed to this...whatever it is...with Fabian Aichner, you didn't think it would end up like this.

He'd seemed almost shy when he asked you, never quite meeting your gaze when he invited you over to learn how to make pasta after an offhand joke about how the nonna down the street would be embarrassed by you eating canned spaghetti before one of your matches. He'd been a little antsy earlier in the night as he showed you how to knead the dough between your fists, sneaking near constant looks at you that made your face a little more red than it should have been in the warm apartment.

Now, though? There was no edge of hesitation or nervousness to his movements as his left hand rested against the counter next to you, his other hand pushing through your hair as he kissed you with a feverish touch that had your skin feeling electric under his fingertips. It felt like there was something palpable in the air that made you want to throw all your inhibitions away, made you want to pull that too-well fitting black shirt off of him, made you want to jump on the marble countertop so you could pull him ever closer into you, legs around his waist and fingers dancing across (hopefully) bare skin as you would continue to toe the line between an "innocent" encounter and something much stronger.

The beep of an obnoxious timer had him groaning as he pulled away from you, throwing a glare at the plastic device on his fridge reminding the two of you that the pasta was certainly due to be taken out of the water at any moment.

"You know, if you'd like to stay after dinner, I wouldn't mind the company. Night have been a little colder recently, right?"

You couldn't help but let a smirk come across your face at how open his intentions were, how he seemed just as comfortable pushing the boundaries of your night as you showed just a few moments prior.

"I'd certainly hate for you to be lonely..." you let your fingers dance across his bicep, "and I can't say I'd really like to be anywhere else."