this is your sport
but she's not playing a game
Her heart thunders in her chest and she wonders if he can hear how hard it beats against her neck as she settles back into his lap while he goes through all the possible potential awful answers – as if the Harpy could even fathom such an answer to the beautiful man that holds her and loves her so deeply that she’s the one that thinks she isn’t deserving of it.
So as he echoes, she answers him with a kiss to shut him up, melting into the arms that wrap around her before she pulls away, her hands lifting to brush back his dark hair from his face, scanning his hazel eyes and the freckles that look like constellations on his cheeks. She wants to remain silent and bask in the glow of his laughter, at his near loss of words. “For real, yes.” She whispers before he silences her this time and she presses into him everywhere she can reach.
His skin flushes just as she has always loved to see and her fingers thread over and over again through his dark hair as she remains equally pressed against him, shaking her head as a chime of laughter leaves her. “No, he won’t kill you. He likes you.” She starts to say, before her hands lower to run her thumbs along his hot, freckled cheekbones. “How about… I’ll say nothing and you can ask him, and you can have a redo if you’d like that?” Because if she knows anything about Fox she’s positive this isn’t how he’d thought it would go.
And she’s willing to let him do it however many times it takes until he’s satisfied with it because her answer was always going to be the same. Yes. A thousand times, yes.
So as he echoes, she answers him with a kiss to shut him up, melting into the arms that wrap around her before she pulls away, her hands lifting to brush back his dark hair from his face, scanning his hazel eyes and the freckles that look like constellations on his cheeks. She wants to remain silent and bask in the glow of his laughter, at his near loss of words. “For real, yes.” She whispers before he silences her this time and she presses into him everywhere she can reach.
His skin flushes just as she has always loved to see and her fingers thread over and over again through his dark hair as she remains equally pressed against him, shaking her head as a chime of laughter leaves her. “No, he won’t kill you. He likes you.” She starts to say, before her hands lower to run her thumbs along his hot, freckled cheekbones. “How about… I’ll say nothing and you can ask him, and you can have a redo if you’d like that?” Because if she knows anything about Fox she’s positive this isn’t how he’d thought it would go.
And she’s willing to let him do it however many times it takes until he’s satisfied with it because her answer was always going to be the same. Yes. A thousand times, yes.
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
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
