Roxy Morton + this prompt list

a/n; i love my girl and i love writing kisses and this might be the most trope-y thing i’ve ever written whoops @kurtwxgners @mvximoff @rax-writes

The movie credits start to roll and you’re still lying back against Roxy on the couch. Your head is tucked against the crook of her neck and her arms are loosely around your body and you know this probably isn’t how you’d be lying together if this really was a purely platonic thing, but you’ve long since accepted that what you feel for Roxy isn’t purely platonic, even if you’re too scared to actually do anything about it. She’s warm and comfortable behind you and you’re half asleep as you settle back against her body. You feel her start to move as the credits finish and the screen goes black and you let out a noise of protest, wriggling in her arms. 

“Wait-no-c’mon Rox, don’t move yet-I’m so comfy,” you whine, shifting a little closer, impeding her movement, and she chuckles. 

“I’m gonna have to get up eventually, you know that, right?” She says, voice warm with affection and amusement. A smile tugs at your lips in response and you roll over so you’re facing her, lifting a hand to tap lightly on the tip of her nose as you smile down at her. 

“I know,” you reply, “but like-couldn’t you just stay put for now? Please?” Your hand settles against her collarbone, fingertips brushing lightly along her skin and it suddenly occurs to you that the two of you are very, very close at the moment. Fighting down the rush of heat to your cheeks, you say again, a little more quietly “I’m comfy. Let’s just-stay put.” 

You’re pretty sure you’re not imagining the way her gaze flickers to your lips, or the way she swallows hard as she looks up at you. Her eyes are wide and familiar and so, so beautiful and your heart is racing as she reaches up to gently push some loose hair back from your face, her hand settling against your too-warm cheek, and her voice is soft and a little tentative as she murmurs “would-would you mind if I-if I kissed you?” 

She barely gets the question out before you’re leaning down to press your lips to hers, your hand sliding around to cradle the back of her neck as you kiss her slowly, mouth curving in an almost disbelieving smile as her thumb strokes softly over your cheekbone. Her lips are warm and sweet and kissing her is like summer days and home and you never want to stop. When you eventually pull back, you let out a quiet, breathless laugh as you lean your forehead against hers and you say “no. I wouldn’t mind if you kissed me.”