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“You’re gonna smudge blue all over my clothes!” I giggled as he tried to grab my hips.
“It’ll wash out.”
The struggle quickly escalated, turning into a foot chase. I squealed and laughed as I booked it up the stairs, swatting at Adrien’s fingers every time they got too close. My foot caught the edge of a carpet when I took the last turn to our room, but I made a quick recovery and managed to beat him to the door. My heart was pounding, my blood rushing as I scrambled to shut the door in his blue face, but he was too quick and strong.
To make matters worse, he’d managed to pop his fake teeth back in during the chase.
“Noo!” I cried out dramatically as his arms wrapped around my torso. “Gross, you smell like plastic and paint!”
He puckered his lips over his grey-yellow needle teeth and I scream-laughed, twisting my face away from him.
“Issthisswhat you wanted,Ssanchesz? Are you hot for me?”
I couldn’t breathe. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I tried to wiggle out of his arms.
“Schould I put the manbun wig on again?”
“You’re spitting on me, you hooligan!”
“Issit turning you on? Do youfink I’m iressisstable?”
“I can’t—Adrien!”
He licked my cheek, pointed teeth tracing the long stroke of his tongue, and I was half-convinced I was going to pass out from laughter.
“Kissthme.”
“No!” I pressed my palm against his mouth and pushed his head back. “Go shower!”
“Wamn cmne wimme?” he muffled into my hand.
“Absolutely not.”
His tongue squirmed against my palm, and I yelped, my hand recoiling. And the second he was free he attacked my neck. Burrowed his face and mouth and teeth right in its crook and refused to be nudged away.
“Youssmell like jassmine and fabricssoftener,” he said. “AndSsanchezs.”
I didn’t know what aSsanchezssmelled like, but judging by the gentle way he inhaled and pulled me closer, it must have been a compliment.
“What time is it?” I asked for no particular reason whatsoever.
“Five forty-five,” he muttered into my neck. “Give or take a couple minutess.”
“How do you know that off the top of your head?” I’d have checked myself, but my arms seemed adamant on returning Adrien’s hug, even though he was getting blue body paint all over my clothes.
“I’ve been counting.”
“Mmmm” was what I responded with instead of a smart quip or tease, my cheek laying against his head.
And then we just... stood there. Hugging.
Seconds turned to minutes, and neither one of us moved to separate. Because maybe I opted to close my eyes instead of backing away; and maybe I started to gently stroke the back of his head instead of pushing him off me; and maybe it made me smile when he rumbled something incoherent out of pleasure and held me tighter.
“Ssanchezs, how about that trucce?”
He really didn’t want to let that one go, did he? “I’m still thinking about it.”
He sighed into my neck. “You’ressosstubborn,” he grumbled, as if I couldn’t feel his mouth spread into a smile against my skin.
