Your name is John Egbert and today couldn't be better.
The weather is perfect, just how you like it- cool, with dusk settling in, but still bright enough to see by, casting shadows here and there. A metal chain link fence sits a little away from you and your boyfriend, separating the two of you from the forest in the distance and the field of grass and small bushes and flowers over there. Its a good thing you wore your blue fleece jacket and that Dave wore his stupid varsity one, its jackets and jeans kind of weather.
At the moment however, your mind isn't too closely aligned on that train of thought, not with Dave's hand cupping the side of your face, his other hand resting on your hip. The cool wood of the bleachers behind you is only briefly registered as he gently nudges you against it, your own hand holding onto his hip, effectively pulling him closer and steadying you at the same time.
Your thoughts start to ramble like they always end up doing. The air is fresh, crisply cold, and Dave's thumb starts to trace circles onto your hip, a contented hum slipping from you. His eyes close, shades tucked into the pocket of his jacket; (he took them off for tonight's date because he knows how much you love his eyes) he bends down slightly, seeing as he's a tad bit taller than you are, and all you can think of is how soft his hands are and how he smells like that strawberry cologne Rose got him "ironically" one birthday, he even "dressed up" by his standards for tonight, how sweet of him. He still didn't iron his pants properly, but hey, we can't all be perfect.
Your own eyes flutter closed, your lips curving up into a faint smile, and you can see Dave's mirroring your own through your eyelashes, just a quick peek. Its a rare thing to see him smile, much less be affectionate in public- but then again, there's no one really around at this time of day. You don't mind that at all, you enjoy the privacy for one thing. The tips of your shoes brush against each others, your red converse and his black sneakers.
"Y'know I love you, right, Egbert?" He murmurs, the question soft as a sigh, warm and quiet. Your smile widens, and you mumble back something just as quiet- its almost romantic how he keeps those words quiet so that you and only you can hear them.
"Heh, course I know, ya' big softie," You grin, and he shrugs it off with another playful jab.
"Wow Egbutt, way to ruin the moment," He jokes, before the both of you open your eyes, red meeting blue.
"I didn't hear a 'I love you back Dave Strider, oooh, take me now Mr. Strider'," He smirks, but you can tell he's holding back on something, that he seems a little unsure of himself for once. The baby just wants attention, he needs to be reassured- its adorable, if not a little dorky. Heh.
"Pfff- I love you Dave, you know tha-"
"Then prove it." He interrupts, before you cotton onto his game and grin
mischievously.
"With pleasure," You reply easily, before yanking him in for a kiss, feeling that you've waited far too long for it.
You can feel his lips curl up into a slight smile again, before he responds eagerly, the hand on your hip tightening its grip.
Its going to be a long night.