forum "I'm used to being seen through but it feels so bad when it happens with you." // OxO // CLOSED! (Stalkers get ravioli)

Started March 19, 2021 by Deleted user

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Beckett's brow furrowed. "What's that look for?" He nudged Simon's thigh with his foot, giving him an accusatory look.

Simon laughed. "I just like you, is all. Is that okay with you?" he said, nudging Beckett back.

Beckett smiled softly, as much as he tried to fight it. "Well- I- …You were making a face!"

"Yeah? So what? It was a face of affection," he said grandly, crossing his arms.

Beckett stuck out his tongue. "You know what I mean, you little crap." His tone was light, making it clear that he was just messing around.

"I like to look at you," he said. "Is that so bad?" He mimicked Beckett, sticking his tongue out as well.

Beckett had half a mind to push him off the couch to make a point. He didn't know what point, just a point. "Well- I- You were looking at me weird, that's all."

Simon wrinkled his nose. "You're weird," he said candidly. "Doesn't stop me from liking you."

“You better like me. You’re stuck with me regardless.” Beckett scooted closer, grabbing Simon’s hand. “You’re gonna fall off the couch.”

“I’m not going to fall off the couch,” Simon said. “The only reason I would fall off the couch is if you were to push me.”

"Don't tempt me," Beckett hummed. Feeling awkward maintaining eye contact while doing nothing else, he fiddled with Simon's hand, looking down at it with mild interest.

“Consider yourself tempted,” Simon responded, a sly grin on his face. “I doubt you have it in you.”

Beckett hummed softly in consideration. "Mhm. And what if I do?" He looked back over at Simon and raised an eyebrow.

“I can just make your hand go straight through me,” Simon countered, stretching his arms past his head.

Beckett huffed softly. "You're no fun," he mumbled with a smile, crossing his arms and instead sneakily attempting to shove Simon off the couch with his foot.

"Says the one who was kissing me seven minutes ago," Simon said, pulling himself up to sit normally on the couch. He poked Beckett's side. "Don't even try that. I'll judo-flip you onto the floor."

Beckett really, really wished he wasn't as easy to read as he was. Especially at these moments. Because as unpleasant as he was sure that would be at first, the end result was ultimately Simon on top of him, which he absolutely would not complain about. "Do it then," he said, sticking his tongue out again.

Simon grinned, blowing his hair out of his face. "You just want to kiss me again," he sang, sitting on his heels.

"Look, it's not my fault that I don't take you tackling me onto the floor as a threat." Beckett sighed with a soft smirk. "I'm only human."

"At least you admit it," Simon said, only half-joking. "Honesty is the best policy."

Beckett grumbled something under his breath with a smile before leaning forward and dropping into Simon's lap again. "You gonna kiss me or no?"

"I am not going to kiss you," Simon said. "Solely for the purpose of being a bitch."

Beckett sighed dramatically. "Okay, I guess I'll just… go clean something. Somewhere." Getting up after a moment, he wandered into the kitchen. Looking around, his gaze finally landed on the dishwasher, done with it's cycle. With nothing better to do, he started unloading it.

Simon laughed. "You're hilarious, do you know that?" Zelda meowed and Simon got off the couch to crouch next to the cat, stretching out his neck to press their noses together. "Hello, kitten."

Beckett rolled his eyes playfully even though he knew Simon couldn't see him. He glanced over at him every now and then, smiling at the wholesome sight of him and Zelda. "You can't argue that you aren't cute, and then get on the floor to headbutt my cat," he called.

"I can do whatever I want," Simon said. "I am noncorporeal and therefore you have zero control over me. And I am not cute. We've been over this."

"You're cute." Beckett continued putting away the newly cleaned dishes, giving them another quick rinse when needed. "You're a big softie, you just don't want to admit it."

Simon made a growling sound. “I am not.
I will take your cat hostage. Beware.”

Beckett chuckled. "And where would you take her? You literally cannot leave the house. Not to mention she likes yelling too much to stay hidden."

“I’m very good at hiding,” Simon said. “You’d never find us.”