You sat in one of the large chairs in the mansion, reading one of your favorite books. There was a rush of air and for a split second you felt a warm pair of lips on your cheek. You looked up but no one was there. With a loud sigh, you put down your book and went to find the culprit. Your boyfriend, Quicksilver, had been doing this for several days. You'd be fixing yourself something to eat, or talking to a friend and he'd run by and give you a kiss.
You'd try to confront him about it several times but he'd laugh, give you a kiss, and speed away. And the worst part was the kisses never lasted longer than a second. And you could never kiss him back. You don't know what had gotten into your boyfriend but he wouldn't let you kiss him. You had tried to sneak up on him several times but each time he'd get away.
You strode down the hallway and thought of ways to manage to kiss him. "Hey (Y/N), what's up?" Your friend, Rogue, greeted you.
"I'm just trying to kiss my boyfriend." You said.
Rogue raised an eyebrow. "Why is that a problem?"
"He keeps running by and giving me tiny kisses but he doesn't let me kiss him." You pouted.
"I think I saw him out back by the rose bush." Rogue said and walked away.
You took off and were out back in no time. By the large rose bush you spotted a flash of silver hair. Biting your lip, you snuck up to the bush and leaped around. You caught a fistful of jacket and pushed your lips to Quicksilver's. You felt his arms wrap around your waist. When the need for air became to great you broke away. "Well someone's eager aren't they?" He smirked.
You pouted. "Why haven't you let me kiss you? Why did you keep running by and giving me kisses?" You questioned.
Your boyfriend chuckled. "They were all leading up to your big present." He said.
You frowned. "What?"
"Today's your birthday, dummy." Quicksilver laughed and pulled out a small box.
You took it from him and ripped off the wrapping paper. You opened the small box and smiled. A little silver bracelet with a little heart sat in the box. You looked up and Quicksilver's lips were on yours before you could speak. With your free hand, you tangled it into his hair. "Thank you." You whispered.
"I should steal kisses more often." Quicksilver joked.
You rolled your eyes and kissed him again.