Ship: NurseyDex

Prompt #4: Nursey and Dex talking about their favorite colors and why (cause they remind each other of the other one)


"What's your favorite color?" Dex asks.

They're in Dex's room, watching a hockey game. Dex isn't entirely sure who's playing, because he hasn't really been paying attention to the game.

That's largely because Nursey has his head in his lap, and is making little hums–honestly, he's basically purring like a cat as Dex runs a hand through his hair.

Moments like these were very new in their relationship. To this point, it has actually consisted of a few dates and a lot of sex. So moments that are quiet, intimate, and unfamiliar. Hence why Dex is trying to fill the silence with inane questions.

"Hmm," Nursey murmurs, peering up at Dex with his bright green eyes. "I think I'd have to say auburn."

Dex rolls his eyes. Leave it to Nursey to pick a color like auburn, rather that something simple like red or orange or green.

"No, hear me out," Nursey says, and Dex flushes at being caught. "Auburn is the color of the leaves in autumn. But more importantly, it's also the color of your hair, and the color your cheeks turn when you blush.

Dex feels the blush on cheeks intensify. "So–you're saying auburn is your favorite color because it–it reminds you of me."

"Yep," Nursey says, grinning. "What about you?"

"Green," Dex replies without hesitation.

Dex can't tear his gaze away from Nursey's eyes. Their shade of grayish green that is so distinctly Nursey. The color of those eyes that look at him with such affection and–Dex might even dare to say love. The color that fills him with warmth and makes his stomach do backflips.

"I–I've heard that green goes well with red–I'm sorry, auburn hair," Dex continues aiming for sarcastic to balance the suddenly sappy direction his brain took, and instead getting something much more genuine.

"That it does," Nursey says, grabbing a handful of Dex's shirt and dragging him down into a kiss. "That it does," he whispers against his lips.