Hank McCoy+ forehead or cheek kisses (ily2 nonnie)
Hank saw that you were reading when he set down the heavy over armor and relaxed at the sight of his love. His skin rippled back to normal, the blue skin and fur receding back and disappearing. His footfalls were quiet but when he laid beside you, the relaxing moment was over.
You pounced on him, straddling his lap and taking in the sight of him. He was disheveled and had dark circles under his eyes but a sweet smile aimed at you despite his tired appearance.
He can feel the tips of his ears go red from the physical attention that he still wasn’t used to receiving, even after a year of dating you. Hank, of course, would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy your affection.
Usually after he came home from a mission, things would be more heated but every kiss you pressed against his jaw was soft, careful and full of love. Your hands carded through his hair, occasionally gripping and pulling on the brown strands.
“You were gone so long,” you whispered, trying to hold back tears. You’d thought the worst when you received no calls and even Charles couldn’t reach him and the small team he took with him to no man’s land.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
You continued to pepper kisses across his face. Going over the arch of his nose to his temples. Lips gliding and warm against his skin. His heart had never felt so full before, heavy and full of love for you.
He heard you mumble against his skin, in between the kisses you showered him with, “I love you. I missed you. Don’t scare me again.”
Hank pulled away from you an inch or so and cupped your face gently, looking into your eyes, a smile spreading on his lips. He wiped away a tear that escaped.
“I love you so much,” he said before leaning forward and pressed a warm kiss forehead.
♢ + hank mccoy? (ily)
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Toad's Cave 