Virgil x Roman, Virgil POV, One Shot
Ice cream is great for anxiety. It numbs, so you don't have to feel. Just lick the spoon and forget. But then I'm curled up on the floor in the living room, binge-watching conspiracy theories on YouTube and onto my second carton of Ben and Jerry's Cookie Dough ice cream. And suddenly I realise that I'm curled up on the floor in the living room, binge-watching conspiracy theories on YouTube and onto my second carton of Ben and Jerry's Cookie Dough ice cream and I feel like crap. I guess that ice cream isn't that great for anxiety.
On this particularly awful Saturday afternoon, I had watched all of Food Theory's videos. For the sixth time. Matpat was currently discussing fat food ice cream cakes, which made me realise how much I'd already choked down. I became acutely aware of a soft ache in my stomach.
I heard a rustle and light flooded the room, obscuring the screen from my vision. Before I could even ask, a familiar cheery voice began to hum 'Once Upon A Dream'.
Roman.
I groaned and pulled the lavender coloured blanket tighter around my shoulders.
"Wakey wakey, Virgil!" he sang out. I felt like punching him in the perfectly chiselled jaw. "It's Saturday, in April, in Florida, we should be outs-"
"Nope," I sighed quietly. I put my headphones on and tried to ignore him. He danced around the room, like Aurora dancing with her fake prince. Sickly sweet Disney music began to fill the room: 'Beauty and the Beast' now. He leapt over to me, slamming my Chromebook closed. Rolling my eyes, I shot up, blanket dropping to the floor.
"Fight me."
He looked at me curiously, smirking sweetly. Before I could protest, he stepped closer to me. His face was mere centimetres from mine. The music faded into the background until all I could hear was his steady breath.
"Ok," he whispered, taking my face in his hands and drawing me in closer. His lips grazed mine, achingly gently. My mouth followed his as he pulled away slightly. Pausing, he looked in my eyes, then at my lips. I kissed him back, harder, our bodies pressing together. His hands roamed about my hair, my waist, my chest. I heard him sigh against my lips.
We slumped back on the couch, out of breath. I felt him watching me.
"What did you want to do then, Princey?"
He quickly drew the curtains shut, turned off his music and sat down beside me. Soon, Matpat's commentary was back in full swing. I leant back into Roman's chest: he drew the blanket over both of us. He stroked my hair as we watched, laughing slightly every now and again, eating the last of the ice cream.