Title: Tuesday Nights (Are Not So Bad)

Summary: aomine is a child in a man's body, midorima just wants to finish a book and there's kissing involved.

A/N: woo! Final day of aomido week. Thanks so much for being with me since day one, guys. Thank you for all the support, the likes, the reblogs, the kudos, the faves, and everything in between. Here's to all the aomido love~! ^^

DAY 7: FREE

Tuesday is unofficially their date night. It's the only day of the week where Aomine doesn't have the night shift and Midorima's clinic is less busier than usual. Sometimes they go out to eat, talk, and do all those couple-y stuff. And sometimes they just they home and order take-out while watching some obscure movie on the TV. It still surprises them how domestic they've become over the years.

Another Tuesday night finds themselves holed up in their large apartment, too lazy to go out in search of food. Midorima is sitting on the sofa reading a book while Aomine is sprawled out across the rest of the sofa, head on Midorima's lap and flipping through the channels. Boxes of their take-out meal are littered across the coffee table, and for once, Midorima isn't insistent on cleaning it right away, content just to run his hands through Aomine's navy hair. At some point, Aomine gets bored and drops the remote. He closes his eyes and relishes the feeling of Midorima's soft fingers against his scalp. He doesn't see the tender look on Midorima's face or the soft smile he gives when Aomine gives a content purr like a cat with his ears being scratched.

He only opens his eyes when he feels the fingers slow down a bit and looks up to see Midorima fully engrossed in the novel he is reading. And it's ridiculous really, how one moment Aomine is relaxed, then suddenly jealous over a fucking book just because Midorima's attention isn't solely focused in him. He gets the strangest idea and smirks in mischief, but of course Midorima doesn't see that.

Midorima feels Aomine shift, feels hair tickle his chin and suddenly he has a lapful of Aomine, with his hands looped around his neck and a grin on his face. Midorima gives him an annoyed look because his head is blocking the book. He shifts it to his other hand and he keeps on reading, much to Aomine's chagrin.

"Oi, I'm trying to be romantic here,"

"And I'm trying to read here. Move out of the way please," Midorima says, eyes not leaving the book for even one second.

Aomine growls and suddenly Midorima's vision goes blurry as his glasses are snatched away. He gives a scowl in his general direction and hears him chuckle. Aomine places the glasses on the coffee table, grabs Midorima's book and places them there too.

Midorima opens his mouth to complain, but then Aomine leans forward and kisses him.

His mouth taste like the sushi and red tea they had for dinner. Aomine braces his hands on either side of his face, kissing him softly, tenderly and slowly because whenever he kisses him it feels like time ceases to move and there's no one but him and Midorima in their own little world.

Midorima feels his back press against sofa, feels Aomine's mouth slide sensually against his, feels teeth nibbling on his lower lip, eliciting a soft moan from him. His hands reach up to grab Aomine by the back of his head, pushing him closer, deepening their kiss, their tongues rolling against each other lazily, getting as much of the other's taste as they could.

They break apart for air and their lips are moist and red. Midorima pushes up his glasses only to realize that they're still on the table and he just kind of hits himself on the face. Aomine chuckles and grabs the glasses for him, placing it over those gorgeous green eyes that never fail to make his heart leap.

"So, still think that book is more interesting than me?"

Midorima gives a little harrumph before grabbing him for another breathtaking kiss.