Staring at Your Lips (America) Dummies Guide

 If she stares at your lips... kiss her.

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"Y/N~" Alfred sang, glomping you as you entered his home, a bright smile on your face. "What took you so long?"

"Sorry, sorry," you grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of your head. "Kinda got side-tracked."

"No biggie!" He took your hand in his, tugging you over to the sofa. "I have so much to tell you."

"How could you possibly have so much to tell me?" you questioned, raising a brow at the male. "It's only been a few hours since we last saw each other."

"Just listen, I promise you won't be disappointed!"

"Alrighty then."

And so, Alfred began one of his long and pointless stories, most of which probably wasn't even true. She didn't catch a word he was saying, not because he was talking too fast for you to understand, you had gotten quite used to that after all these years. No, you didn't hear a word he was saying because you were too busy staring at his lips, so plump and soft and just begging to be kissed. You wanted to kiss him so badly but he had been so excited to share his story with you and you worried that, if you kissed him mid-story, he would believe you had done so just to shut him up. That simply wasn't the case and you didn't want to put that in his head.

While you were lost in your thoughts about kissing him, Alfred took notice and stopped talking, his head cocked to the side as he watched you, wondering what was going through your head. It took him a minute, but he finally realized that you were staring at his lips and he smiled brightly, closing the distance between you so he could claim your lips. You didn't hesitate to kiss back, your hand coming to the side of his neck. He got the silent message and tilted his head so you could deepen the kiss, your teeth gently nipping at his bottom lip.

Both of you were breathless when he finally pulled away, his eyes shimmering with love. "If you wanted to kiss me so badly, you just had to say so!"

"I want to kiss you again," you stated, your eyes trained on his lips again.

"But, my story," he pouted, tugging at your shirt. "I was just getting to the best part!"

"One more kiss and I'll listen as long as you want. Deal?"

"Deal!"