**I'm writing, like, three other WalGi stories. Why can't I focus on those? I have no idea. **

"How in the world have you managed to go for so long without being kissed so much?" A gloved thumb ran across Luigi's bottom lip, other fingers tightly holding his chin so that wide eyes would be focused upwards. Slowly, the man's mouth opened as he was about to speak, eyebrows curving in embarrassment and worry. "By now your lips should be swollen and bruised."

"W-W-Waluigi, I…" Luigi tried, but found a finger pushed against his lips from the other hand.

"Shh," Waluigi soothed, taking his hand back, "Just be quiet."

Luigi whimpered as he rested his hands against the table, blinking at the taller's devious smile and lust-hazed eyes. Waluigi's eyebrows furrowed as he took note of Luigi's stiff shoulders, "Why are you so on edge?

"T-this is… sudden." Luigi's top lip hit the tip of Waluigi's thumb as he spoke, crimson on his cheeks spreading and darkening, "I mean, all I expected today was a cup of tea and a discussion, like you said you wanted."

"I did want to talk," Waluigi smirked, "I wanted to confess over a spot of tea."

"Y-you really didn't need to do that…" Luigi pushed the hand that held his face still away, looking down now that he was able to, "…this is surprising."

"It's too much? I apologize," Waluigi sat down in his chair that was facing the green-clad male, taking a quick sip of his warm tea, "But I… couldn't figure out how else to tell you, per say."

"W-Well, Waluigi, I appreciate that you feel that way, but, I'm – I'm not really ready to be in any sort of relationship." Luigi lightly pushed his cup away from him, still keeping his eyes on the floor, "You understand, right?"

Waluigi sighed, "I guess I do. But, Luigi –"

"It's sweet that you…think of me that way, though. Thank you." Luigi folded his hands, looking back up to face the other, "Is that all you wanted?"

Waluigi's eyes narrowed as he frowned, "Why? Do you not want to be here?"

"I-it's not that, I have to be getting back home here in a while, Mario's supposed to come home from his latest adventure today and –"

"If that's the case, then by all means go ahead and leave." Waluigi broke in, snatching his cup up and walking over to the sink, "Your brother is much more important."

"A-are you sure? I mean, I can stay if –"

"Yes. Go."

Luigi opened his mouth to speak, but sighed instead as he slowly got up from his chair and began making his way to the door, "Alright then… good-bye."

Waluigi's response was his grip on his cup tightening.

"I-I'll come by tomorrow, maybe…" Luigi turned back and looked the taller, "…around three or so."

Waluigi merely coughed, resuming to glare out the window.

"Right. Bye." Luigi resumed down the hallway, sighing as he reached for his coat that hung on the rack while shaking his head.

He could still feel the buzz from where Waluigi's thumb had been against his lip…

Suddenly, there was a loud crack of glass breaking as it hit the floor, "Luigi, wait!"

Luigi had spun around upon hearing shattering, ready to walk back into the kitchen to check on Waluigi. Instead, he yelped as he found himself slammed against the wall, large hands firmly cupping his face.

"I'm sorry," Waluigi said, "But I don't want you to leave yet."

"W-Waluigi –"

When those two pairs of lips met, no more words needed to be said.