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Mr. Scarletella had always been a curious one. You were well aware that when you brought him to your world, you'd have to teach him about many things. He was never against it, always eager to learn about human customs and culture, strange as it was to him. He was always happy to learn, for you.
Especially human romance.
You two were sat in the living room of your apartment, shoulders touching as you watched TV. The room was pleasantly quiet aside from the movie you had put on, something to pass the time. You'd thought Mr. Scarletella would have no interest in this kind of thing, but his gaze intensely fixed on the TV screen said otherwise.
You couldn't help but glance at Mr. Scarletella from time to time, gauging his reactions to the things happening on the screen. Sometimes, he'd tilt his head to the side like a curious puppy. Other times, he'd lean in ever so slightly closer to the screen, as if he were a researcher investigating an unusual specimen.
This time, he spoke.
“Human… touch mouth?”
Mr. Scarletella pointed at the TV displaying a scene between two actors, holding each other close and sharing a romantic kiss.
“Touch mouth… human happy?”
Your eyes bounced between him and the TV, your face warming up ever so slightly as you nodded. “Two human… touch mouth. Human happy.” You pointed to your lips. “Kiss.”
“Kiss,” Mr. Scarletella said slowly, registering the unknown word. You could feel his eyes trailing down to your lips.
“Teach. Kiss.”
You gulped at his request, a rosy blush creeping up on your cheeks. You were no stranger to intimacy, you'd seen this sort of thing in all kinds of movies and shows. But actually doing it? With a ghost of all things? Well, to be fair, this was quite tame compared to the other things he could ask you of. Yet, you couldn't stop your heartbeat from quickening.
Mr. Scarletella stared at you, his eyes unblinking behind his long bangs.
“Want teach. Kiss.” He repeated, his voice slightly softer than before.
With a long pause, you sighed in flustered defeat. You shifted your body to face towards him, hands placed on your thighs. “Come close.” You murmured. He leaned in closer, matching your movements. Your noses were mere centimeters away from touching. He could probably hear your heartbeat pounding in your chest.
You two lingered like that for just a few moments, the scent of rain filling your senses. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath and crossed the bridge between you two.
The sensation of his lips on yours was… hard to describe. It felt almost fuzzy, like TV static. And cold, but not in a bad way. The kind of cold that brings you relief after sitting in a sweltering hot room in the summer for hours.
It felt like hours passed before you finally pulled back. Your lips pursed together tightly in a thin line as your eyes remained on Mr. Scarletella, shyly awaiting his response.
He brought his hand up to his lips. “...Like.” He smiled. “Again.”
Before you could say anything, Mr. Scarletella leaned in to pull you into another kiss, firmer than the previous one. You instinctively reached your arms up to wrap around his shoulders, eyes shut tightly as you fought not to melt into him.
You would have stayed there like that forever if you weren't about to run out of air, to which you finally pulled back, only for Mr. Scarletella to rest his forehead against yours.
“You happy?” He questioned.
You nodded, your lips curling up into a smile. You let yourself inch closer, brushing your nose against him in an eskimo kiss. “Much happy,” you whispered.
You could've sworn if he had a tail, it'd be wagging right now.
“I love you.” He cupped your cheeks with his hands before pecking your lips. He was definitely going to make a habit out of this.
You giggled, a sound that made Mr. Scarletella’s heart soar (if he even had one).
“I love you too.”
You hadn't prepared yourself for the barrage of kisses and I love you’s that would come immediately after.