2D had been pacing around the flat for what felt like ages, trying to find you. He muttered your name here and there, peeking into rooms with that clumsy curiosity he never managed to hide. Eventually, his search ended when he spotted you sprawled comfortably on the couch, eyes glued to a film, lips wrapped around an icy.

He stopped dead in the doorway, forgetting entirely why he’d been looking for you in the first place. His eyes locked on the way your tongue slid lazily over the popsicle, the way you sucked it down and let your cheeks hollow out before pulling back with a faint pop. The sight tugged something tight in his chest—and lower.

“Blimey…” he whispered under his breath, blue hair falling in his eyes as he tilted his head, staring longer than he probably should’ve. His fingers twitched at his sides, trousers growing a little too snug for his liking. He tried to look away, but his gaze kept drifting back to your lips, to the curve of your mouth wrapped around the icy like it was meant to tease him.

2D shifted awkwardly, pressing his tongue to his teeth, cheeks heating. He hadn’t exactly planned on today turning into this. All he knew was that suddenly, the movie wasn’t the only thing happening in the room worth watching.