*she's sitting cross-legged with his head in her lap*

He smiled as he gently brushed my hair behind my ear. "You look different with bangs." "And you look different with your hair combed." I joked, grinning as I played with his soft black hair. Catching my eyes, he held them as he pulled the hand that had been immersed in his locks to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to my palm. My breath caught, staring into his eyes, which were copper and hazel and the color of the earth after rain. His hand slipped to the nape of my neck as I leant over. For a moment we hovered, breath mingling. Then he arched up, lips moving against mine, tasting, exploring. Breathing uneven when we pulled away, I barely had time to think before I heard my name being called.