I couldn't utter my love when it counted
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now
He doesn't know what to expect as she turns around to face him. A joke? A story? A sloppy kiss? A boop to the nose?
Nope, just three words in a whispered voice, each as precious as a glittering jewel.
I like you.
It's not a declaration of love, but really that might be for the best. Because even this declaration of like has him feeling like the sun is in his chest, threatening to beat out through his skin and engulf them both in a roaring fire. I like you rings symphonic in his ears, sending the heat up through his neck and forcing his face into a goofy grin that threatens to fully eclipse all others. Like seriously, it puts past smiles to shame.
And Flora, if you think you can just shrug that off, you don't know Koa at all. "Oh, that's all? Well guess what?" While her hand finds the flower behind his ear his reach for her face, cupping her cheeks between calloused palms and bringing his mouth to hers.
And you know what? Fuck chaste kisses, fuck playing it slow: Koa's here for the real deal, for the heat and the passion and the taste of her tongue. The Dragoon may not be the best with words, but the boy knows how to use his body. His fingers curl around her neck as he pulls Flora in close, all of the things he's can't express aloud sung between their lips. It's a kiss that says I want you; I'm yours.
And: I think Ilove like you, too.
Nope, just three words in a whispered voice, each as precious as a glittering jewel.
I like you.
It's not a declaration of love, but really that might be for the best. Because even this declaration of like has him feeling like the sun is in his chest, threatening to beat out through his skin and engulf them both in a roaring fire. I like you rings symphonic in his ears, sending the heat up through his neck and forcing his face into a goofy grin that threatens to fully eclipse all others. Like seriously, it puts past smiles to shame.
And Flora, if you think you can just shrug that off, you don't know Koa at all. "Oh, that's all? Well guess what?" While her hand finds the flower behind his ear his reach for her face, cupping her cheeks between calloused palms and bringing his mouth to hers.
And you know what? Fuck chaste kisses, fuck playing it slow: Koa's here for the real deal, for the heat and the passion and the taste of her tongue. The Dragoon may not be the best with words, but the boy knows how to use his body. His fingers curl around her neck as he pulls Flora in close, all of the things he's can't express aloud sung between their lips. It's a kiss that says I want you; I'm yours.
And: I think I
Koa
And I couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now
totally sniped from odd ilu
