You were simply hanging over your boyfriend's place on a regular weekend—a slow saturday, and thankfully, both of your schedules were light this week.

It was the usual. You and Kuroo did everything and nothing together. Right now, you were simply basking in each other's presence on the small couch he owned.

You were leaning onto him with your back pressed against the side of his chest, one of his strong arms wrapped around your waist. A movie was playing on the television—a movie that you've been wanting to watch for weeks now.

You were so immersed in it that you didn't pay any heed to the way Kuroo's fingers were gently rubbing against your hip. You brushed it off because it was a touch you've grown so accustomed with over the last few months when you and Kuroo started dating. He was (un)surprisingly very touchy.

It was only when you felt his large hard sprawl against your stomach—his fingers moving deliberately—that you snapped out of your complete focus on the television. You could feel his fingers spread wide, his hand tilting.

And when you looked down... oh.

His pinky finger was hovering just above your crotch area, not touching—but you could almost feel the ghost of his touch. His thumb was the one pressing against your skin; pressing on the area just above your belly button—light, purposeful.

And when you looked up to see his face, you find that there's an oddly fixated look on his face. Surprisingly serious. It's a similar expression to when he's working on his chem labs. Exactly how he looks when he's measuring whatever kind of liquid mixtures he has—or when he's solving a particularly complex mathematical problem.

But what could he possibly be measuring right now?