be

this is your sport

but she's not playing a game

The soft sweater is gone immediately the second that they have a chance to, which only allows for her warm palms to run along his chest and sides, taking in each and every muscle and inch of skin that he provides for her. Of course, until he starts moving down, and it drifts up and up until her fingertips are in his hair, back arching against him as his mouth finds her breast, humming a note of encouragement from her throat before it breaks into a chimed laugh.

“Gods, you could propose to me over and over again for the rest of our lives if you wanted to.” She answers with all the confidence, while he has successfully bullied her leg away from locking him into place, instead letting them fall splayed open as she watches him with greed in her iceberg gaze. “We still have cake downstairs, too.” She whispers a hint conspiratorially, hips rising against him in his path, lips quirked in a beautifully coy smirk.

do not think you are safe because you love her

do not think she won't stain her mouth red with your blood too

KIADA