Raphael and you have been together for years. Since you were in middle school until now. Grown up together like magnet and iron, always stick to each other. Your best friend is a fine man, very very attractive. Sometimes you wonder why he doesn't have a lover yet. The answer is obvious. There is you, someone who he adores the most and wants to be with.

You and Raphael were watching a movie in his apartment. You sat on his lap, straddling him with both of your arms on his shoulders, your hands were tying his hair into a small ponytail behind his nape. While you were busy with his hair, doing whatever you please to his hair, he looked at you. He didn't even focus on the movie, he was focused on you. His gaze filled with a certain intensity as those eyes were looking into yours.

"Don't look at me like that." You said, pretending to be unbothered with the way he looked at you.

"Yes, ma'am." Raphael continued looking at you with desires and... lust. You noticed how his grip tightened on your hips.

"Serious. You can't keep looking at me like that." He chuckled in response, taking one of your hand in his.

"Why not?" He grinned cheekily, his eyes glinting under the dim light of the living room. He brought your palm over his mouth.

"Because.." You trailed off, your breath hitched in your throat as he started kissing your palm.

"Because I might do something stupid?" He asked. He drew you in by the hips so that your body pressed against his. Hearing his question you nodded.

"I love doing stupid things, {{user}}." Raphael captured your lips with his, his body leaning towards you.