It was easy to get lost in each other's eyes these days, as the alien and her human had recently discovered. One could simply be passing the television remote during hangouts, or the ketchup bottle during dinner (the alien was a huge ketchup freak and Tiffany had an aversion towards it so they compromised and agreed to buy 2 large bottles of ketchup—Taeyeon wanted five—every time they hit the groceries) and they would inadvertently find themselves locked into a stare down of some sort, intensely if they may put it.
Tiffany wasn't even sure what ran in her head most of the time it happens but oh boy, she did know she wanted to kiss Taeyeon or for Taeyeon to kiss her—the order didn't matter. It wasn't even a question of who's going to lean in first anymore because honestly, Tiffany was borderline desperate already. And the good thing about it was, the desperation seemed rather mutual.
Tiffany swears to god, the universe was on a plot against them. Interruptions happened far too timely and almost always when Tiffany was one step away from grabbing the alien by the collar of her shirt and kissing her silly. Other times, it happened when Taeyeon looked like she was the one about to give in. Tiffany immensely enjoyed those moments, with her heart hammering, every time she catches those green speckled brown eyes drifting down to her lips.
Said interruptions came in the form of a cellphone ringing, the kettle whistling, a framed photo falling off, a doorbell, a sudden power blackout—and if that didn't say much about the universe being against them, Tiffany wasn't sure what to make of these listed goddamn interruptions anymore.
The little good she got from them though, was seeing how Taeyeon's eyes cutely narrowed or the annoyed twitch in her brow before a small air awkwardness bubbled between them only to be broken by shy giggles or pocketed smiles.
That and there was this noticeable…tension building up. It started easy but as more certain circumstances occurred, it got very hard to brush off. And she was sure Taeyeon felt it too. The girl's raw and unabashed staring was enough to send unending chills up Tiffany's spine (in a good way of course) and tell her they were both on the edge.
"Fany," a small tug on her shirt sleeve snaps Tiffany out of her thoughts. She blinks, realizing she had zoned out and was absently staring at the blaring television. She turns her head away from the large screen and looks at Taeyeon who sat so close next to her when she vividly remembers that they previously had a throw pillow between them. Taeyeon blinks back at her, lips slightly curved upwards in her usual and default smile.
Tiffany's hand moves naturally and rests atop the girl's head, fingers curling through the soft blonde tresses of the alien. Her own movement surprised her and she stares at her hand like it was a foreign object. Taeyeon's head tilts and the girl leans forward, crossing whatever space was left between them, and fits her tiny self into Tiffany's arms. Tiffany smiles because even that seemed natural and she playfully tickles the back of Taeyeon's ear, earning herself a giggle.
"What is it?" Tiffany asks, not minding the pointed weight that was the alien's chin digging on her sternum as Taeyeon looked up at her.
Taeyeon grins. "Do you think I should dye my hair?"
Eyebrow arching, Tiffany blinked, "Now where is this coming from?"
Taeyeon's eyes suddenly narrowed and her lips formed a small pout. "You weren't watching were you?"
Tiffany looked at the television screen, noticing how the main character's hair had been dyed from ash brown to jet black. She chuckles guiltily and smiles apologetically at the girl who demanded for her attention away from work to watch a movie. She ruffles the alien's hair, "Sorry giggles, I got a bit lost in my thoughts."
The pout on the girl's face becomes more evident. "I'm sorry. Did I keep you away from something important?" her voice was apologetic and guilty at the same time and Tiffany wants to tease a bit because she looked downright adorable like that.
However, the water quickly pooling in the alien's heterochromatic eyes tells Tiffany that she might actually make her cry. And the last time the alien was in a huge crying fit was two weeks ago when the laundryman accidentally ruined Taeyeon's three year old alien themed knee socks. Through sobs and a snot-congested nose, Taeyeon had demanded to fight the laundryman. It took a lot of meat, movies, ketchup bottles, a day off and a trip to the amusement part to coax the alien into not getting into a fight with a man almost thrice her size.
Tiffany had also secretly bought a simple silver bracelet to replace the admittedly worn out socks and after the moment she clasped it around Taeyeon's wrist, it was never taken off. Not even once. She remembers how that simple gesture brought the alien into tears again and how the sweetest 'thank you' she had ever heard rang in her ears for hours end.
"I wanted to take a break anyway and what I was doing wasn't very important." Tiffany tried to coax a smile from the girl. It was true. Whatever work left was easy and didn't exactly demand for too much of her time—there were more pressing matters to attend to such as spending time with a certain extraterrestrial being who had shyly and cutely asked if she wanted to join in watching the movie currently on screen.
"So how about it?" Taeyeon grins, excitement lining the edges of her smile. "Do you think I should?"
Tiffany takes a moment to answer and studies the now waist level, long golden hair of the girl. "I wouldn't mind it. But are you sure you want to?"
Taeyeon nods, a determined gleam in her eyes. "I don't want you to get tired of looking at me. So maybe a new look would help." The way she had said it suggested unadulterated honesty and warmth and Tiffany is struck speechless because who would ever get tired of looking at the most beautiful being to ever set foot in Earth? (and maybe even beyond but Tiffany was biased like that)
"Don't be silly, giggles. I'd never, ever get tired of you." As the reassurance left her mouth, Taeyeon shifts and moves up, almost straddling her—then there it was again.
"Do you mean that?" Taeyeon's voice, low and raw, gives Tiffany's heart the cue to start its erratic beating. She feels like she's been cornered, her thoughts leaving her one by the one the longer she stared into heterochromatic green and brown eyes. Those eyes drifts down to her lips and the receding distance between their faces was enough to send a haze in Tiffany's mind, clouding her thoughts and letting her emotions spill over.
Their noses touch and Tiffany automatically lets her eyes close. She wanted to say something though, so with what little distance was left between their lips, she whispers, "Taeyeon I lo—"
Ding dong.
Tiffany must have imagined it but she's pretty sure she just heard a primal growl rumble from Taeyeon's throat. They both pull back and Taeyeon looked so annoyed at the interruption that it makes Tiffany giggle a bit despite her own disappointment and annoyance. She smiles, leaning in and kissing the alien's cheek before ushering the girl off her lap. "Why don't you get that?"
Taeyeon nods obediently, pouting and glaring at the door that can't even be seen from where they were. Tiffany watches the girl whose feet heavily patted against the floor, decked in nothing but a thin shirt and short shorts (it's been 3 years but Tiffany still hasn't convinced the alien about the wonders of human clothing) disappear away from view.
Sighing, she flops back into the couch and turns the TV off with the remote. She hears the door open and a very familiar loud voice, which she hasn't heard in person for years, bellowed in the apartment.
"Hello my adorable baby girl! Did you mis—wait, you're not my adorable baby girl!"
"W-who are you?"
"Oh my god you're so cute! Are you Stephanie's girlfriend?"
"Oh shit." Tiffany curses, jumping up to her feet and rushes over to the front door. A combination of horror and delight washed over her when she sees her mom, still looking so young and gorgeous despite her age, standing in front of a seemingly petrified alien whose cheeks were getting pulled.
"You're so adorable! Why hasn't Steph told me about you yet?"
Taeyeon squeaked and instantly rushes over to hide behind Tiffany's back when she had the chance. Tiffany checks on the alien who timidly hid behind her before glaring at her visitor.
"Mom what are you—"
"Stephanie!" In that instance, Tiffany finds herself in a hug so tight it rivaled that of a certain alien's bear hugs. She locks her flailing arms around her mother's frame, patting the old woman's back in panic when she feels her soul being squeezed out of her.
"M-Mom I c-can't breathe!"
Her mom pulls back and vigorously shakes her by the shoulders. "Yah you kid! Why haven't you told me about your new girlfriend!? I know I've been away travelling but that doesn't give you the excuse to hide such things from me young lady!"
"Mom calm down! I'm getting dizzy!" In a second, she finds herself put aside as her mom now stood in front of an equally lost and startled Taeyeon.
"You look cute," her mom murmurs, as if in a thorough observation. She turns her scrutinizing eyes to Tiffany in a glare, "Are you sure she's not underage? I didn't raise you to prey on innocent young girls! Especially not ones as adorable as her! Though I must say baby girl, your taste in girls is superb. Clearly you got that from me."
"Mom oh my god no! She's not wh—"
"How long have you been seeing each other?" the question was directed towards Taeyeon who looked like she was going to faint at a moment's notice.
The innocent look in Taeyeon's eyes and the way she had nervously swallowed was enough head's up for Tiffany to know that the alien had taken it on the wrong context. "I-it's b-been 3 y-years."
"3 years?" Tiffany's mom looked taken a back before she once again glares at her daughter.
Tiffany buries her face in her palms.
This was going to be a long day.