G.A.Y.
China scribbled some records into one of her ledgers while Solomon sat on her couch, waiting to take her out for to evening. He was humming 'The Four Seasons' by Vivaldi.
China allowed herself to gaze up from her ledgers. Solomon sat cross-legged on her couch in a coal-black suit, wearing a lavender shirt with a lilac paisley-patterned tie. He gazed at his self-manicured nails as he hummed, checking that they were still perfect, his black and silver cane propped against the couch beside him.
He flicked his jet black fringe out of his eyes in a distinctly camp fashion, and sighed, before looking up to find China staring at him. He frowned and cocked his head.
"What?" he asked, sounding slightly worried. China held his gaze for a moment, then laughed, looking away.
"I was just thinking, Solomon," she began, meeting his eyes again with her own pale blue ones. "You...are so gay, and yet you don't even like boys."
Solomon blinked his clear blue eyes at her, then smirked, re-crossing his legs in the opposite direction.
"Are you sure about that China?"
"I'm counting on it Solomon." China rose from her seat from behind her desk, and Solomon watched as she crossed the room toward him, remaining in his seat as she did so. China reached him, bent down, took his face in her hands and kissed him on the lips.
A moment passed, then China broke away slowly. Solomon looked at her, dazed, her hands still cupping his face. She smiled at him.
"Yes I'm sure Solomon," she said playfully, before climbing onto the couch with him and kissing him again.
A/N: So what's everybody's reaction? Awww? Eewww? Anywho, Cholomon. What DO we think?