Re: Living room: Holly & Noah
Holly was in a good mood, and that and the little ID thingy Noah would never, ever shut up about? Were cute as hell. Noah was basking in it, right? In Holly, in nearness to him, in positive feelings as they leached out and over, flooding Noah with a warmth he was pretty into rn. Some of that was definitely being baked, but not all of it, man. Most of it was just Holly. Holly, the unnatural top, tucked beneath Noah's arm. For all the other dude's, like, miserliness, Holly had never been stingy about his affection—you know, once he decided it was okay to give. They sat tangled up in each other on the sofa. Holly played with Noah's fingers and Noah kept pausing to nuzzle his nose into his husband's cheek or settle his temple against Holly's.
"You love me so much," was Noah's reply to the deadpan that attempted to convince him that Holly didn't want him to get up. He smiled, and as Holly's focus slipped away for a second, Noah was definitely a little tempted to close his eyes. He didn't though. Instead, he smiled again at the kiss to his cheek and he settled into the sofa more as Holly slung his leg over Noah's knee just a little. Noah finally let his head loll back and he blinked at the shimmering lights. "It's homey," he said of the lights, gesturing at them with his free hand like it'd make his point for him.
He laughed when Holly purposefully 'considered' divorce, the thought like the bad pantomime of a child feigning sleep. "Okay, okay, no lights on strings." Noah squeezed Holly harder against his side. "Their coziness isn't worth it." With a little sound of contentment, Noah looked around, then back to Holly. "What do you think?" About the house, he meant. Or the party. Or any of it.