Demyx comes in from work, tired and achy. He props his sitar against the wall and kneels to untie his boots. A pair of bare feet come into view as he finishes loosening the strings enough to remove the boots. He looks up and smiles.
"Welcome home." Zexion tells him, standing there in a yellow apron with bumblebees and sunflowers on it. A joke gift from Axel, given a few days after Zexion's drunken rendition of "Bumblebee" at karaoke night, but Zexion uses it whenever he cooks. Demyx thinks he looks cute in it.
"Hey, you fixing dinner?" Demyx asks, standing up and kicking his boots off, knocking them aside.
"It's finished. Your just in time." Zexion replies, reaching up to carefully unwind Demyx's scarf.
Demyx leans over, landing a peck on the other's cheek. "Your so good to me."
Zexion frowns and tosses the scarf over the back of the lounge chair-strange because he usually complains when Demyx does that. He starts working on the coat buttons. "It is the least I can do."
"I'm not complaining. I don't mind have a cute little housewife to come home to every day." He feels like his exhaustion is just slipping away now. Zexion's mere presence has the most wonderful effects on him sometimes.
"I am not your 'housewife'." Zexion pulls at the coat and Demyx lets him remove it. It joins the scarf.
"I'm just joking, Zex." Demyx grins and kisses him again, on the forehead. No wasted opportunities. Zexion's being unusually affectionate today-because this is pretty much what passes for affection with Zexion.
"I am aware." He stands there, looking Demyx over, thoughtfully. Then he gives Demyx a pleasant suprise, placing his hands on Demyx's shoulders and going up on the tips of his toes to brush his lips gently over Demyx's. And then he's pulling away, tugging Demyx's hat off as he goes. Then he's gathering up the coat and scarf and disappearing into the bedroom.
Demyx is left standing there, blinking stupidly.
Zexion's never the one to initiate a kiss.
It gives Demyx a pleasant little thrill and he finds himself grinning like an idiot.
Sure, it was a little one, but since it was from Zexion it means so much.
Demyx can't even be sure of everything that kiss probably conveys.
But it doesn't matter. At the moment he's the happiest he's ever been.