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chapstick | pedri gonzalez

pedri had seen you apply chapstick pretty much every day since he had met you. you used it so often, that he found himself looking forward to when you'd do it, seeing it as one of your personality traits instead of you just trying to prevent your lips from getting dry.

you also had a slight obsession with the amount of flavours that there were. so whenever you had to buy a new one, you were eager to get a flavour that you were yet to try.

pedri also noticed the change in flavours. every couple of weeks he'd notice, either from the colour of the tube, or from the taste of your lips when he kissed you. he always tried his best to guess the flavour, the interactions becoming a little game between the two of you.

even though he had seen you use chapstick so many times, he was yet to try any himself. he'd used a couple of flavourless ones when his lips were chapped in winter, but apart from that, he'd never really seen the need to use them.

but when he was sitting next to you watching tv one day, you pulled out your chapstick, applying it smoothly onto your lips. pedri watched you, turning to you when you were done. "can i try some?"

"you want to try my chapstick?" he nodded his head, a smirk on his face. "okay, sure," you held the small tube out to him.

"i won't need that," he gently pushed your hand away. cupping your cheek with his hand, he brought your face to his, softly placing his lips against yours. he held his lips against yours in a kiss for a couple of seconds before slightly rubbing them against yours, taking away the layer of chapstick that you had applied to your lips no so long ago.

pedri pulled away, leaning back on the sofa, keeping eye contact with you as he rubbed his lips together, catching a bit of the taste on his tongue. "strawberry?" he questioned, tilting his head to the side slightly.

you sat there, lips apart, still a little taken aback by what had just happened. "no, it's, um, cherry."

"god, i never get it right," he laughs, getting up to get a drink, not before pressing another kiss to your lips, leaving you on the couch in a flustered state.