**Headcanon that Kankri smokes. Anyone can fight me on this. He smokes. Also it's inspired by "Strawberries and Cigarettes" because I am so lovesick with that song that I had to do something for it.**

**Happy birthday @silverashiva ! I hope you enjoyed this birthday present, you have a very good friend that requested this. It's 12:00 AM where I am, so sorry if it's a different time for you ;u;. Anyways, happy birthday and have a great day!!**

I slide my hand underneath the crimson jacket of Kankri's. My cold hands make him shiver in the bed, his sleepy smile making my own face brighten up. I hold him close to me and the his breath wafts in with faint trace of cigarettes. Nothing romantic about the scent, but it's so perfect for him.

The innocent pastor's sun who smells of strawberries and cigs. The innocent son who kisses boys and stays in the same bed as their lover without being married. 

I kiss him slowly, his mouth melting at my touch and the tartness of unripe strawberries is on his tongue. He presses his hands to my back and makes the kiss deeper, but not one of lust. 

One of sweetness and love. Something you'd dream of, something you'd read in a shitty romance book that's got you hooked. Something you'd never find unless you know you've found your soulmate.

He kisses my cheeks and neck lovingly, me shuddering at his warm lips on my cold collarbone. He sits up and I sit up as well, our bedheads making us snort and giggle at each other.

"H9w is my 6eautiful 69y?" He says in his low, soothing voice. The slight rasp makes his voice crisp and easy to hear, but easy to get lost in as well.

"So great. How about you, Kanny?" I say with a smile. He rolls his eyes and gets out of the bed, getting ready for the day. I change out of plaid pajamas and into jeans and a David Bowie tee. He dresses in black sweatpants and a red tee shirt, deciding it was too warm of a spring day to wear a turtle neck. He walks to the balcony on our house and lights up a cigarette, the warm air making the day perfect. I circle my arms around his waist and hold him close. My head lies against the back of his neck, a prefect crook.

He sighs in contentment and his other hand strokes mine, lovingly and holds my calloused hand. He kisses my forehead and stubs out the cigarette and goes to brush his teeth. I put on a hoodie, and take his hand to go outside. His smile is still a little tired, but a beautiful mixture of content and love. I kiss his forehead and loop my arm around his waist. He does the same as we walk around the neighborhood to a diner that served breakfast all day. I order pancakes with strawberries and cream. He orders waffles with a hot cocoa. His laugh graces the diner and makes me fill with happiness and pride at having a wonderful, smart, handsome boy at my side. 

We walk back to the house and Kankri pulls me down for a kiss. The smoky taste was stronger and the strawberries melded perfectly. He looks at me with shining eyes, holding so much promise and meaning. 

"Happy 6irthday, Y/n." He whispers and I bite my lip from grinning so much we go back into the room and lay in bed, our hands intertwined and hearts beating as if we just went on our first date again.

Kankri Vantas makes love feel new with each kiss. Every birthday feel as if I am a newborn, still so wondering, curious, and already in love with the world.