Twirling my finger in his hair from behind as I held him on the couch. A nice movie was playing and it was towards the middle. Half closed eyes, tender feelings. Feeling his warmth. So warm. Not paying attention to the movie, talking during the whole thing. This was bliss. 

"I don't believe in the theory in piano where you can't touch keys that are right next to each other," he was saying. "The most popular song in the world uses this method, so nobody can tell me that. It might not be correct to play, but if people love it, then who are we to say it can't be done?"

"Hmm." He was mystifying me now. Talking about some kind of piano theory, but I loved hearing about it anyway. "What song is that?" Sleepy words.

"Chopsticks!"

"Oh, yes!" 

"You know, it's-" he started making the noises for Chopsticks through his teeth. Trying to sing it, but he was a terrible singer, so I had to help and it was my pleasure to. 

"Bee-bee-bih-bee-bee-bee-!" I sang along with him, and somewhere we created a chaotic cacophony of noises and oh I was laughing so hard and then he was laughing so hard. Shout singing it over the movie. I never wanted it to end. But, oh it had to end. 

"Ahhh," he sighed, such a happy sound. "Well, I think I have to get up to go pee, so-" he made to get up, but I didn't want it to end. No, not right now.

"Nooo." My arm pressed harder against him, but still gentle. "Don't leave me. Sing with me."

Another cute sigh, from his nose this time. A quiet rush of air. Just from this sound I could tell he was still smiling. This was just my goal. 

"I have to pee, though. We can pause the movie." Straining against my arm. But I was no weakling. 

"Nooo." Gently, in his ear. 

A small giggle. "I have to go pee, though."

"No, you don't." My mouth on his ear. 

"Ohh." Quieter now, he knew my meaning. 

Kissing his ear, ignoring the movie. He was definitely ignoring the movie. My arm began to rub his front, sweeping motions. Adoring him. Loving him, for making me laugh even though he'd confused me about piano. He could confuse me all he wanted and this was his reward. 

My other arm met the other and held him close. I wouldn't let go. He might try to get up, but I'd follow behind. That was my plan. It's like how our cat, Flowercoat, liked to follow me around when we were alone. 

Feeling his breaths against my body. Focusing completely on him. Knowing I was being selfish, but that was okay. He wanted to be here, or he'd have forced his way out. My chin met his shoulder and with this I laid him back on me more. So much of his weight on me, but I loved him. Pressing my cheek to his.