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He's adorable like this: wearing loose, pink pajama pants and one of her band tees, sitting criss-cross on her bed, looking up at her with a slight, flustered smile.
His fluffy, white hair falls down around his eye and baby-pink feathered flower, accenting his freckled skin and slight, rosy blush. He has a lingering smile of innocence and admiration; his eye always lights up when she's around. He admits this, of course, but she notices it on her own too.
Elphelt thinks she knows everything about him- his favorite color is blood red; his favorite video game is Super Mario Galaxy; he always plays as a halfling in Dungeons and Dragons; his lips taste like strawberry candy and honey; he loves to be called pet names but will never have enough courage to voice how much it affects him.
She doesn't mind in the slightest.
Everything about her Asuka is beautiful in a unique, distinct way. Every little detail of his life is a small star that makes a constellation of a dashing hero and awkward scientist. Every little quirk and trait makes her fall in love even harder.
"Comfortable?" She asks, watching as his gaze flickers up and down her body. He's spaced out again, her voice being the only thing that can pull him back to his reality.
Asuka smiles at her, smiles just because he looks at her! "Yes, of course, of course. I appreciate you loaning me your shirt. . . I did not seem to think through my choice of outfit tonight."
Elphelt giggles. No, no he didn't. What sort of guy shows up to spent the night with his girlfriend wearing slacks and a button-up with a bleached collar? He came to stay just after his work finished up for the day and, in his words, "was so thrilled to see you, my love, that I simply forgot to go home and change".
Well, with that excuse, she can pardon his lapse in judgement.
And in any case, he looks so pretty dressed up in her clothes! His soft features are suited well by her rose-colored pajama pants, adorned with red hearts and yellow stars. His masculine stature is kept due to the bagginess of her shirt; he's insecure often about the feminity of his body, so loose clothes help with the dysphoria.
The most enticing part of it all is how *domestic* it is, the new couple sharing clothes already! It's alluding and exciting to see his clothes hung up on the racks she keeps around her small apartment; it's as if he lives there too, like a devoted husband might his wife. It's flattering how flustered and charmed he was to initially put her clothes on, saying that they smell like her perfume and remind him of how she can make anything look beautiful.
As for tomorrow morning, perhaps they'll share a coffee cup? Her side will be decided with a bright pink lipstick mark, his with the sticky remnants of his favorite lipgloss. They might put their food together on one plate and take turns feeding each other tenderly, one of Asuka's hands holding a fork and the other cupping just under her chin to catch a stray crumb. Or, even better, he may need a morning shower and so, he will choose to use her shampoo and body wash, meaning that he'll smell like her strawberries and cream!
"I'm glad you didn't!" Elphelt sits down on the bed too, just across from him. She's wearing a loose, satin nightgown adorned with lacy hearts and bows at the edges. Their current styles are adorably juxtaposed and she loves it! "You're such a cutie in my shirts, dear!"
He likes to be called 'dear'- or, so she's learned in the past few months. The tips of his ears grow crimson with embarrassment and unspoken euphoria. "Do you think so? I was afraid that perhaps I looked foolish."
"You could never look foolish! You're so pretty, it doesn't matter what you're wearing." El reaches out and takes his hand in hers, rubbing his knuckles gently. He exhales softly. She waggles her eyebrow and gives him a playful look, "You could even be wearing nothing at all."
"Wh- I-" Asuka stammers; his pulse picks up and she can feel it in his wrist. A soft red light covers his cheeks, hooked nose, and dimples like a blanket. "D-Don't be silly!"
"I'm not being silly," Elphelt retorts, "because it's true! You're perfect no matter what. . . because you're *you*!"
His eye grows glossier by the moment, unshed tears hanging under his cornea. She watches as he bites his cheek, trying desperately not to cry.
"Asuka? What's wrong?" Elphelt tentatively asks.
He laughs and tries a smile. "I don't deserve you- you're too good for me."
This man- this *adorable, incredibly dorky* man- can't possibly mean what he's saying! Elphelt snorts, chuckling. "That's not right at all! You deserve the whole galaxy!"
". . . I. . ." Asuka looks up at her, blinking slowly. "Would you just. . . hold me?"
And *goodness gracious*, that does something to Elphelt's heart! He's so quiet, so gentle when he looks up to her and whispers what's on his mind. She likes his timid, gut-less nature and amicable soul; she likes his soft voice, a voice that sounds like birdsongs and heavenly, melodic harmonies; she likes that he wants her back, just like she wants him.
Asuka loves Elphelt.
That's all there is to it. Sure, this is his first relationship, so he's somewhat clueless, but his floundering and flustering just make it all the more loveable. He doesn't need to be perfect. He's just right with all of his little imperfections; El honestly prefers them to a clean slate.
She moves in slowly, as to not overwhelm him, arms opened wide and bracing for a warm hug. Elphelt's love language is. . . well, probably all of them, but physical touch has to be her favorite, specifically with Asuka. He's like a kitten how he thrives on every kiss, every nudge, every touch. She can't help but indulge him when he's wide-eyed and terribly clingy; it's a powerful combination for a pretty boy with such little flair.
Almost immediately, he leans into her touch, a flower-petal-delicate grin blossoming on his face. She scoops him up- she's stronger than him by a long shot- and pulls him into her lap, tucking his chin over her shoulder and rubbing his back with her palms.
Asuka likes hugs, so it's no surprise that in her ear, Elphelt hears a contented, happy hum from him. It's also no surprise that his limber arms wrap around her waist and squeeze her tight and tighter, as if she'd just run away if he let go.
"Elphelt," Asuka hums in her ear, "I love you very dearly. Please, don't let go?"
He's so soft for her, she almost wants to kick her feet and scream! "I'm not going anywhere, don't worry! But, if you would let me. . ."
Elphelt pulls away ever-so-slightly from Asuka's cuddles, just enough so that she can see his pretty face. He looks at her with a content, curious look in his eye. He doesn't know what she's thinking but he hardly minds, anyway.
"Anything for you- hmmph!" Asuka goes to reply, but the words are snuffed out against his soft, strawberry lips by a tender, much-anticipated kiss to his lips. Elphelt loves the way he tastes, loves the way she can feel him smile against her lips at the contact. He's so. . . *perfect*!
Today is different, though. Today, as she leans in and kisses him gently, a soft, light sound, almost like a purr or a sigh, falls from his mouth. It's not a sound of sadness or hurt- no, it's almost a hum of pleasure.
Asuka jolts back, clearly surprising himself with the whine. His hand clamps over his mouth frantically; his skin is a terrible shade of honest rose red, revealing his hand.
"M-my apologies, I don't know-" He stammers, face burning red.
Elphelt giggles, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose delicately. "Did you like that?"
He nods, humming quietly as he does so. He isn't able to look her in the eye.
"Oh good! I liked it too!" Elphelt's hand instinctively reaches out for the side of Asuka's face. She cups his cheek and strokes his chin with a thumb. He rubs his head against it, once again like a kitten, eyes fluttering closed in contentedness. "But maybe I just love you!"
"Mmh," Asuka sighs, leaning once again into her touch, "I believe that I love you more."
El gasps, putting her unoccupied hand to her chest in mock offense. "Impossible! I love you more!"
"That's quite the hypothesis," Asuka smiles; he can't *not* smile when she's around, "but I am willing to test it, if you would like."