[FIC] Untitled Drabble
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Summary: Henry think's he's a fatty :(
Pairing: Henber
Rating: PG
Word Count: 229
Amber bursts into a fit of giggles as Henry grabs her from behind, sweeping her off her feet. She gasps in surprise as he starts kissing down her neck and hugs him close. Tipping her chin up, she nips at his bottom lip and tugs with her teeth, smirking when Henry feigns pain. He leans fully against her and retaliates by grasping her upside the head and leaving sloppy kisses down her neck. It’s all just play, bump, and grind. Just as Amber tentatively lifts the hem of Henry’s shirt, his hands stop her.
She quizzically lifts her brow. “What?”
Henry sheepishly looks down, mumbles something along the lines of a “stomachache,” but Amber knows better.
“You’re lying to me. It’s not that, is it?” She prods.
“No…”
Her eyes brighten. “Wait. Are you still griping about your body image? How you obviously don’t have Hyukjae’s or Shisus’s abs of steel?”
That’s when Henry turns beet red with full embarrassment. Ouch. Amber definitely hit him where it hurts.
She narrows her eyes and clicks her tongue.
“You have got to stop with this body-image insecurity,” she chides. “Really, you don’t need a six-pack to impress me. I think I’m rather fond of your chubbiness, by the way.”
She pokes his stomach and pats his pouting cheek, then pulls him into a hug.
“I like you…just the way you are.”
Summary: Henry think's he's a fatty :(
Pairing: Henber
Rating: PG
Word Count: 229
Amber bursts into a fit of giggles as Henry grabs her from behind, sweeping her off her feet. She gasps in surprise as he starts kissing down her neck and hugs him close. Tipping her chin up, she nips at his bottom lip and tugs with her teeth, smirking when Henry feigns pain. He leans fully against her and retaliates by grasping her upside the head and leaving sloppy kisses down her neck. It’s all just play, bump, and grind. Just as Amber tentatively lifts the hem of Henry’s shirt, his hands stop her.
She quizzically lifts her brow. “What?”
Henry sheepishly looks down, mumbles something along the lines of a “stomachache,” but Amber knows better.
“You’re lying to me. It’s not that, is it?” She prods.
“No…”
Her eyes brighten. “Wait. Are you still griping about your body image? How you obviously don’t have Hyukjae’s or Shisus’s abs of steel?”
That’s when Henry turns beet red with full embarrassment. Ouch. Amber definitely hit him where it hurts.
She narrows her eyes and clicks her tongue.
“You have got to stop with this body-image insecurity,” she chides. “Really, you don’t need a six-pack to impress me. I think I’m rather fond of your chubbiness, by the way.”
She pokes his stomach and pats his pouting cheek, then pulls him into a hug.
“I like you…just the way you are.”