Violeta's heart skipped a beat as her eyes skimmed the length of his body. "You look very handsome, Gray," she murmured, cheeks going pink. "I highly doubt that I'm the one stealing the spotlight."
Under Seven Minutes // Private RP
Gray felt his heart flutter at her compliment before he chuckled, shaking his head. He neared close to her and pulled her into him. “I have to try being handsome. Your beauty is natural, love.”
Violeta snorted loudly. “Gray, you’re really sweet, but you’re talking to the girl who just spent two hours getting ready for this date.”
“Because she’s silly,” Gray flicked her on the nose, though his heart melted at her statement. She’d been fretting over this date for so long. He loved it. “Because she thinks she needs to try looking pretty. Because she doesn’t know that her boyfriend will find her the prettiest even on her worst days.”
Violeta hadn’t smiled this wide in… a while. Especially not since the incident with her father at home. “You’re the best, Gray, even if your standards are ridiculously low~ Let’s go eat?”
Gray stared at his girlfriend for a couple of seconds before frowning. “Low standards,” he repeated. “Never talk to me about yourself like that again. Never think of yourself like that again. You are not what you think you are. You’re more than that, and I hope to see the day where you truly believe you’re much more than what you think of yourself as. I don’t want you putting yourself down like that again. And every time I catch you, I’m going to make sure you think differently.”
Violeta faltered, the teasing smile slipping from her face. The unfamiliarity of the words washed over her mind and body, causing her brows to draw together for a few moments.
“Oh,” she murmured, as if trying to puzzle out the things he said. “I’ve never—I’ve never heard that before.” Her heart warmed over. “Thank you.”
Gray leaned down to press their lips together briefly, kissing her softly. His hold on her tightened. “I love you,” he murmured. “And there’s no one else I’d rather love. Even if you don’t return my feelings, it’s still going to be the same. Okay?”
Violeta inhaled Gray’s scent, pressing close to his warmth. Gratitude filled her up, wiping all the hesitation and anxiety off her features until she looked completely at ease in his arms.
Gray smiled when he felt her relax in his arms. This girl… he needed to be extremely careful with her. He didn't want to say the wrong thing and end up hurting her. "Now, let's go carry on with our date, hm?"
“Yeah,” she agreed, pulling away and linking their fingers together. “Lead the way. Where are you taking me today?”
Gray shrugged, tightening his grip on her hand, squeezing it gently. “Who knows. I guess we’ll see when we get there, right?”
“Fine,” Violeta laughed, lifting a hand to brush the hair from her face and realizing in dismay that there was still a dried splotch of paint on her wrist. “Keep your secrets.”
“You’ll like it,” Gray promised as he lead her to his car. “Well, I hope, at least.”
“I’m sure I will,” she smiled, climbing into the shotgun seat and rubbing at her wrist.
Gray parked his car in the parking lot, unbuckling his seatbelt and stepping out. He moved to the passenger side and held the door open for his girlfriend. “M’lady,” he bowed dramatically.
A huge grin overtook Violeta's lips as she climbed out of the car, smoothing her skirt down. Before she could regret it, she was pushing his hand from the car door, closing it herself, taking hold of his shirt, and backing herself up against the vehicle. "You're adorable."
Gray was surprised at her actions, not expecting her to do that. He pressed his hands against the car, blinking, in an attempt to keep his balance. God, this woman… what was she doing?
“And you, love, are captivating,” he purred, mouth inches away from hers. “We make quite the pair, don’t we?”
Violeta inhaled sharply, cheeks flushing pink.
"I have no idea what I'm doing," she admitted in a low whisper, enamoured by his dark, beautiful eyes. "I'm just…. making this all up as I go along."
Gray smiled softly, pressing their foreheads together. “And that’s okay,” he murmured. “This is perfect all the same. You are perfect all the same.”
Violeta's heart slammed against her ribcage like a bird desperate to burst free of its cage. "Kiss me?" she pleaded softly, sliding her tongue over her bottom lip.
Gray’s eyes flickered to her mouth before he nodded.
“If that’s what my lady wants…” he murmured, leaning down and softly pressing their lips together.
Violeta melted against him almost instantly, sliding her arms over his shoulders and around his neck with all the hesitation of a girl who had no idea what she was doing. "Am I doing this right?" she breathed against him, relaxing into the rhythm of the kiss.
Gray hummed into her mouth, lips moving against hers in sync. She was hesitant, tentative, but that still made him pleased.
“Yes,” Gray managed to speak into the kiss, cupping her cheeks in his hands. “You’re perfect.”
Each brush of his intoxicating mouth sent adrenaline shooting through her bloodstream. She was nearly weak at the knees—and the kiss was a soft one. How on earth was she going to manage when he got rougher? Would she faint, even?
Gray finally pulled away, breathing heavily. He kissed her on the mouth again before resting his forehead on her shoulder.
“We should get a move on,” he murmured. “Or we’ll be late.”
Soft pants parted her lips as she struggled to catch her breath, clinging tightly to the amazing man in front of her. "You still—You still haven't told me where we're going."
“We are,” Gray wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, turning around to face the cinema. “Going to watch a movie.”
Excitement flickered across her features. "Really? What movie?" She couldn't help getting so worked out about a simple date—it wasn't her fault, she'd never actually been on one.
Gray grinned at her. She looked so adorable, getting excited like that. He loved it.
“Well, I haven’t bought the tickets yet, I wanted you to decide which movie you wanted to watch,” Gray admitted. “But there’s Bumblebee, How To Train Your Dragon…”