Hi, another one-shot for all you Sadico lovers out there. Wrote this during class since I felt all giddy. Took me a while to actually upload this since I didn't know whether you guys would like it. Anyway, enjoy 3 This is corny by the way. Too fluffy? What do you think?

There was this moment again. After all the intimate kissing. After all the neck biting. Here they would be. Panting. Gasping for air. Smiling. Grinning. Faces only millimeters apart. She loved this moment and she could tell he loved it too. They didn't do anything they weren't ready to do. They were just all over each other; kissing and leaving marks- which always needed explanation when one could be seen.

She was on his lap, leaning her head on his shoulder. It wasn't the first time they'd do something like this. It was almost always occasionally.

Silence. No voices erupted. Only their breathing could be heard. His head was in the crook of her neck. His breath ghosting on her skin. His eyes were open, staring at the way her skin would shiver whenever he'd brush hair away from her neck. He pulled away and stared at her. Lucky. He'd think. She was ridiculously perfect. Him having someone like her. Someone so out of his league. He wondered why she wasn't a goddess when she looked like one. He lips formed a barely visible smile, he was so entranced. So mesmerized. The fact that she was his. The fact that he could have her anytime. Those always seemed to give him an energy boost; like he was ready for anything.

He loved being with her. Just her being here. Just her being his. He was satisfied with just staring; memorizing every part, every feature of her. She was perfect. Too perfect for him. He knew someone was better than him, someone better for her. Maybe that was why he'd always seem cold towards her. Pushing her to someone better even though he doesn't know whether he can actually let go of her. He wasn't sure whether he was ready.

Rumours. They weren't supposed to get to you. Most of them aren't even real. But some just seem to pick you apart until you start believing them. He never let people influence him. But... the fact that they seemed so true threw him through the roof. It hurt. He was guilty, doubting her all the time. Whether it was him she imagined or was it another guy. He was paranoid.

"What is it?" She asked after a long while. There he was again. Staring. She knew he knew she knew that he was staring. At her. At nothing in particular. Just her. Sometimes, he gaze was so strong on her; like he was looking through her. She'd feel insecure, self- conscious... she'd look away. It scared her, was he picking out all the imperfections? She normally wouldn't ask. But this time, something urged her. She wanted to know.

"Hm?" He questioned. Blinking as if she interrupted his train of thoughts.

"...This. You." She replied, looking around his face. He tilted his head to the side, obviously confused. She actually convinced herself that dogs usually do that sort of thing. Therefore, Nico, in theory, was part dog or somewhat related to a dog.

That was a terrible thought. She suddenly felt guilty. She suddenly thought of Anubis. She was over him. She knew it. It was all a crush. She promised herself not to think of that jackal god for Nico, for herself, for both of their own good. She didn't want to. Not that she hated Anubis. She hated the fact that she knew she was hurting Nico.

She didn't like this. She didn't want to argue with him about Anubis anymore. She knew it hurt him. She wanted him to stop thinking that she was only with him because resembled the jackal god.

The few things that he resembled was that they both usually wore black clothes and that their eyes were both brown. They were completely different shades. She didn't him thinking that way. She never actually once thought about their resemblance. Not until... he talked to her about it. That was when their arguments started. She knew it was the rumours and gossips that got to him. Those never really bothered him. This one did.

Ever since then, she'd look at him, longer than needed and pick out the resemblance. There were so little and they were barely noticeable. The way she'd look at him, analyzing his face... He took it the wrong way. He thought she was picking out the features where Anubis' was better. Then that was when, whenever she'd look at him, he thought she was thinking of Anubis' face; whenever they'd kiss, he thought she was imagining Anubis' lips on hers. He was paranoid.

There were times she'd wait for him to fall asleep. That was when she'd whisper 'sorry's' to him, that she never meant for him to think that way. She never really said it when he was awake. She knew Nico, like other people, like her, liked keeping their pride in check.

A cold hand caressing her cheek snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Hey," he breathed out. His eyes looking at her. The pained look he always tried to cover up.

She blinked, she was staring. She was worried he would think of something else.

"...What are you thinking?" He asked, still caressing her cheek. His other arm had wrapped around her waist, securely. She gazed around his face. His pink, slightly puckered lips were parted. His eyes were staring at her like they always did. She always hated the fact that he had longer lashes than her. Her lips formed a small smile, remembering the time she got mad at him because of his lashes, she remembered calling him prettier than her. was that possible? Having a boyfriend who was prettier than her?

She realized she couldn't stop staring. He was beautiful. So beautiful. She leaned in, stopping a few millimeters to stare at his eyes before finally closing the gap between them. He pulled her closer before pulling away gently.

"...You,"he started, his voice sounded strained. He touched his forehead with hers. "...Are so goddamn perfect it hurts."

Her eyes widened for a slight bit before pecking him on his jaw. He shivered at the touch. It was always his sensitive spot.

"What are you thinking about?" He whispered, faces still extremely close, their breaths feathering each other. Her eyes were closing.

"...You," she managed to say before laying on his chest to sleep. He sighed and kissed her head.

"You have no idea what you do to me..." he mumbled before leaning them both to lie down.

How was it? Reviews are much appreciated.