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sitting on the edge of the bed, you looked over your shoulder at todd. his back leaned against the headboard, bass in his lap as he played some song that the clash at demonhead recently wrote.
he looked up for a moment to catch your gaze, and you could see his lips form a small smile as he noticed you watching him.
you smiled back and crawled onto the bed, moving to sit next to him. you leaned your head on his shoulder as you watched him play, his fingers moving along the neck of his bass and plucking the strings as he played.
from the corner of his eye he could see you staring at the way his fingers moved with a curious and impressed look in your eyes. he couldnt help but smirk.
your eyes darted up to his face when he stopped playing and you went to ask him why he stopped, "hey, man, what's- oh !" you were interrupted when he pulled you to sit in between his legs on the bed, your back against his chest. he moved his bass over your lap.
he looked down at you with a slight grin, his hands gently holding onto yours. "do you wanna play ?" you giggled a bit, flustered, as you averted your gaze, "i dont know how, silly." he gave you a quick peck on the neck before guiding your hands into position on the bass. his voice was deep in your ears as he did so, "ill guide you"
you watched as he gently bent your fingers down to hold certain spots on the strings with one hand while his other hand bent your fingers to pluck them. despite the typical affectionate nature of your relationship with todd, this act of intimacy was making you incredibly flustered. your fingers shook slightly with how many butterflies were in your stomach at that moment.
you could hear todd chuckle in your ear before pressing a kiss to your cheek, "relax a bit. you're doing so good." you nearly squealed and flopped over at his words and you wondered if this is how the clash at demonhead fangirls felt whenever todd did just about anything. and you're lucky enough to be the one he's here with.
you were so lost in your thoughts about todd that you didnt even notice that his hands stopped guiding you and instead intertwined with your own hands until he let his bass fall off of your lap and onto the bed.
he laughed as he then wrapped his arms around you and held you close to his chest. he pressed another kiss to your cheek before nuzzling his face against the crook of your neck. "who knew my partner was cute and talented," he commented, his voice muffled against your neck.
you swatted your hand at his face, causing him to laugh more. "i didn't even do anything, you're the one that forced me against my will to play your bass."
he grinned, giving you a sloppy kiss on the corner of your lips. "and you were so good at it, too !! you're the cutest bassist in the world, right after me."
you scoffed but couldnt help but grin back, "i had a pretty good guide, i suppose." he squeezed you a bit tighter and laughed, "is that so ?"
you paused for a moment before letting out a monotone "nah" and wiggling out of his grasp and climbing off the bed. he watched you leave, rolling his eyes with an amused grin as he picked his bass back up and resumed his practice.