kiss iii.

disclaimer: I do not own kotlc.

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pairings&characters: sophie, fitz, sophitz

genre: humor, fluff, romance, au

rated: t for fAsT kIsSes dON't yOu jUdGe mE

(oh yeah also some strong language and a mention of sex. but guys sex is just apart of life so calm down and live with some suggestive wording)

summary: there's no way to make up for stolen skittles. end of discussion.

a/n: sophie and fitz are human because i can

(also they're ancient fuckers bc they can't stay smol teenagers forever)

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It was a big decision to go out of town, get the cheapest, shittiest place available and become roommates. They signed up for college classes online and became each other's support—literally. They both got multiple jobs to try and get by, and if one failed to come home with something they needed, the other always seemed to provide.

It was a good system and it worked, much to Sophie and Fitz's delight. They had both been very fearful that it wouldn't work out.

Sophie could recall their conversation about getting a place to share. Both were struggling financially and neither wanted to take up on their friend's offers to crash at their places or take some of their money. The thought alone had been embarrassing, even though they were very generous offers.

Sophie and Fitz were good friends, though, so she guessed it was probably just natural that they worked well living together. They had similar ideas on cooking and cleaning and arrangements and tidiness, so it worked pretty well. But. . . Sophie found that she felt like a caged animal when she was there with him.

It wasn't because Fitz could sometimes develope a temper if something went wrong (in fact, that was another example of how well they got along together, because she always managed to calm him down).

It was because it felt like a trap. Every second she stayed in that enclosed space with him, she felt herself falling deeper and deeper for the boy she'd known since her youth. It terrified her how much she cared for him, her heart right out on her sleeve just waiting to be stabbed brutally.

And. . . Fitz had just started driving her crazy lately, as if he noticed the spark of heat she felt pooling in places she probably shouldn't whenever he'd casually stroll around the small apartment without a shirt. Or, the way her heart skipped a beat when he gave her gentleman-y kisses on her hand when he'd playfully hold open the door for her, eyes twinkling as he peered up at her. Or the way he maybe noticed how heat would crawl up her skin when she noticed him reading a book on their couch/bed, making cute little expressions or biting his lip. Or maybe he noticed the way she'd toss and turn at night, occasionally flickering her eyes to where his figure lay on the other side of the uncomfortable excuse for a mattress (seriously, why did they pick the most uncomfortable couch that could fold out into a bed?).

Some tiny part of her hoped that it was because he mirrored her excessive, throbbing feelings, but the rest of her screamed at herself that she knew better. Falling for someone felt so amazing until you found out that person felt. . . Much different.

So, she swallowed the crush that was twisting into something way more, and reminded herself that if she never came out and told him, she wouldn't get rejected and she could carry on thinking all of his cute gestures were meant for her.

It was crazy how much he had started to consume her thoughts, too, along with everything else. It was like he always there, buzzing in the back of her mind. She was unable to take out the thought of holding his hand in public, kissing him proudly in front of anyone else who wanted him, going on mock dates with him.

She had to admit she'd even had thoughts of. . . Intimacy with him, and it extremely embarrassed her to think about him finding out she had dreamt about it a few times.

Of course, back to her previous point, she liked thinking about non-sexual forms of intimacy just as much.

Talking with each other in the dark, watching movies together, cuddling, feeding each other, stealing each other's clothes, scratching each other's backs, playing with and running their hands through each other's hair, tracing patterns on their skin, pressing their foreheads together, bathing together, hugging, linking arms, tickling, dancing, taking care of each other when they're sick, cooking together, sleeping next to one another, brushing or combing their hair. . .

Fuck she was really deep in.

How was it possible that she couldn't go five measly minutes without her mind managing to stray to thoughts of him? It wasn't fair, in her opinion, that she had to spend every waking minute of her day being distracted by such a cute human being. Did he realize it was fucking illegal to be that adorable? Good God.

Maybe she could find a way to stop it. Develop another crush on a different guy or girl and—

Wait. She was doing it again. She was doing it right now.

She blinked out of her trance, trying to push away all thoughts of him as her mind registered the fact that they were sitting back-to-back on the couch. She was listening to music through the rose-gold headphones he had bought her for her birthday (damn she loved those things) and he was engrossed into another novel—one of which she had actually recommended to him.

He noticed how she tensed because he shifted so he could look back at her a little more comfortably and she pushed pause on her music, slipping off her headphones.

He tugged on her ponytail playfully. "Hey, why the sad face?"

"I look sad?" she asked in surprise.

He shrugged. "Or. . . Anxious. Something like that. Is anything bothering you?"

He leaned over to the coffee table, setting his book down. It barely meant anything, but the fact that he seemed so ready to listen to her set her heart on fire.

She shook her head, her ponytail brushing against the back of his neck. He lifted an eyebrow and she sighed, setting down her iPod next to his book and getting up from the couch.

She pulled the oversized olive knit sweater she had on further down her body, making sure it wasn't too far riden up. She had underwear on underneath, and she had a right to walk around half-naked just like he did, (she swore he lived half his life without a shirt on) but it still gave her goosebumps to think about being so. . . Uncovered around him. Especially with the way he was looking at her.

With the way he always looked at her.

She started rummaging through the small cupboard of their tiny kitchen, aware his eyes were boring holes into her back. Their apartment could barely even be called an apartment, it was so small. Everything was one room, besides the bathroom that was tucked away.

She frowned when she didn't find what she was looking for. Hadn't she put them right there? Surely they were somewhere.

She became a bit more frantic in her searching, and Fitz chuckled from the couch. "What are you doing?"

She grunted in disapproval, shaking her head as she started rummaging back through the same cabinet she had just checked. She swore she'd put them there. "I'm looking for my bag of Skittles."

There was a little guilty intake of breath and Sophie paused, slowly rising from her crouched position, where she had resorted to searching the cabinet where they kept the toaster and pans.

"Fitz. . ." she drawled out, turning around leisurely.

He gave a sheepish smile from the couch, cringing. "I didn't know they were yours."

"Who else's would they be?! We don't exactly have someone else living here!"

"It was 3 a.m and I saw Skittles! What other response am I supposed to have either than eat?!"

"Boys are like vaccums, I swear! All you do is eat! Is there a black hole down there?!"

"I don't know, maybe! I haven't checked in awhile!"

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod."

Sophie buried her face in her hands, trying to think about anything other than strangling her roommate. Those Skittles were the only thing keeping her semi-sane through college.

Fitz's face looked pinched like he was trying to bite back a laugh. "Aw, I'll get you some new ones. Okay?"

She didn't answer, running her hands down her face and settling them in her hips, shifting her weight from foot to-foot.

After a few seconds of silence, Fitz piped up, "Sophie, I'm sorry. Please talk to me. Soph? Sophie? C'mon, you know I'm sorry." Sophie would have thought he was being genuinely sincere, has he not still been looking like he was trying to hold back laughter.

"Sorry doesn't bring back my fucking Skittles, Fitz."

He burst into laughter, his chest vibrating and sending tingles up her spine. She loved his laughs even if he was using it after something embarrassing she had done.

But who could blame him for laughing? She looked so precious, even though she was trying her very best to point her best death glare in his direction. "Oh, I'm sorry," he crooned, finally catching his breath. His laughter stopped as he blew out a slow breath, giving her a dazzling smiling. He got up from the couch, walking over towards the kitchen.

"C'mere."

"No," she huffed, still pouting. She started walking away from him as he tried to approach her. "You're insane. You took my Skittles, therefore you've officially condemned yourself to hell. There is no going back."

He chuckled as she tried to storm away, speeding up and capturing her wrist before she had the chance to lock herself in the bathroom and hide away. She liked to do that when she was angry, he had learned. That way he had no restroom and he had to apologize first, so then he could actually have access to a toilet.

She swung around, still pouting as she tried tugging her hand away half-heartedly. She wasn't legitimately angry with him—she was probably just soaking it up for sympathy—but she still had narrowed eyes.

"You're a Skittle stealing asshole," she muttered as he pulled her nearer.

"I'll make it up to you," he promised, though this time it came out softer than intended. He grabbed her waist to prevent her from escaping as she twisted her wrist free, and time seemed to stop.

Fitz's smile faded and Sophie's angry facade crashed down, her honey eyes widening as she realized the weight of the situation.

Sophie's heart rate accelerated and her body pulsed with energy at the feel of his fingertips holding her waist. She put her hands on his chest, intending to push away or keep the space between them.

She tried to think of something to say, but his heady gaze was so fixated on her, watching her with some sort of absolute wonder. As if she was something new—something special—that he was beginning to see for the first time.

He watched her intently as his arms pulled her closer to his body, breathing a bit more heavy as the seconds ticked by and Sophie let out a sharp intake of breath. She squirmed uncomfortably in his arms, getting flustered.

"Fitz," she whined, half-way not enjoying the attention. She didn't like when he teased her or messed with her, as if he knew it drove her wild. This was just going too far.

He didn't say anything, locking eyes with her for a brief moment before allowing his heated gaze to flicker to her mouth. He bit his lip and she felt his hands slide off her waist, much to her disappointment.

Part of her felt good without the intimate contact, but then the rest of her was—

His hands lifted and brushed against her cheeks, snapping her back to reality. He gently cupped her face, his hot breath eminent on her cheeks and she blinked at him in utter shock, not fully ready for any of what was about to happen.

She was going to open her mouth to ask him to stop, because she wasn't in the mood for his games, when he cut her off as if he knew. He slowly leaned down, capturing her lips in a soft kiss.

She sucked in a sharp breath, unsure of what to do at first. But then her instincts gave way and her eyelids started fluttering as she kissed him back.

And he pulled away.

All too soon, Sophie was staring back up at him, hands on his chest as he pulled his own fingers out of her hair. They were both struggling to catch their breath, even though they had barely been kissing for more than a few seconds.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, a little red. "Are you sure you want to—"

She interrupted him by grabbing his shirt in two fists, tugging him down sharply and smashing their mouths together. Fitz's body entire completely froze in shock for a few good seconds, trying to register what had just happened as Sophie stood up on her tiptoes to deepen the kiss.

It didn't take long before Fitz was kissing her back again, and they were practically devouring each other with desire. Sophie was barely able to think throughout the whole ordeal, her mind buzzing and her body thrumming with energy as Fitz suddenly started pushing her backwards.

Inside their heads, they both knew it probably should have been a more gentle kiss, but they were far too into it by then, and soon enough Sophie's back crashed into the wall.

She whimpered against his mouth, both of them pulling away every few seconds to pant for breath before returning to their kisses like magnets. Sophie almost giggled at how sloppy they were getting, because she was sure she had gotten a mouth full of teeth just a second ago.

They were kissing so desperately that Sophie's body practically curved into Fitz's, and she was very aware of how much her body temperature had risen. She wrapped her arms around his neck lazily, completely losing it when she fluttered her eyes open for a second to find Fitz burrowing his brow as he kissed her passionately, a low grunt or moan sound reverberating deep in his throat.

His hands slid down her back so gently that at first she didn't notice, but then his fingertips pressed under her sweater, drawing gentle circles across the bare strip of skin. She broke the kiss with a gasp, involuntarily shuddering as he leaned into her with drooping eyelids, their foreheads brushing.

"I don't want to have sex," she blurted breathlessly, panting from the wild moment they'd had . "Not. . . Not yet."

He laughed, eyes twinkling as he smiled, rubbing more slow circles on her skin. "I wasn't asking for sex. I just wanted to kiss you. God, I've wanted to kiss you for so long," he mumbled, leaning in and touching the tips of their noses together.

His voice was a little hoarse after the intense kissing session, which made heat blossom on Sophie's cheeks.

She fluttered her eyelids in surprise as his words sunk in, twirling the hairs at the nape of his neck as she chewed her lower lip. "You're. . . Actually fine with not having sex for a little while? Isn't that all guys want, though? Because. . . I don't think I'm going to be ready for awhile."

She squirmed again in his arms and he held her tight, smiling warmly and sending a fresh surge of electricity rippling through her body. "We don't have to have sex to feel good or have fun. And I don't mean that in a sexual way—unless you want it to be," he added, causing her cheeks to deepen in their color.

"Expremienting wouldn't be so bad," she admitted sheepishly, her face practically on fire as he lifted up his hand gently rubbed her cheek with his thumb.

He nodded. "We'll take everything slow. Okay?"

"I can handle slow," she agreed quietly, neither one of them moving from their current position. Fitz still had Sophie firmly pinned to the wall, but neither one of them minded that their bodies were melded together.

"So. . . Does this mean we can make it official? Would you be my girlfriend?" he asked, giddiness seeping into his voice.

A modest hum played in her throat as she lazily lifted a hand, brushing her thumb against his lower lip as she chewed on her own. "Maybe after you replace that bag of Skittles," she teased.

He snorted, rolling his eyes as she giggled. "Fair enough."

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a/n:

i keep telling myself that i'll make these shorter and then i always end up—

also i was listening to now or never while writing this just because sjsksjsksj

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