I'll push through my doubt, don't say goodbye
The convulsion of his body is immediate as her exhale flutters across his skin, impossibly ticklish and targeting a vulnerable spot. She’s ruthless. His gasp is sharp enough to empty the room of air, about to make them both breathless at this rate, and then it shatters into an uproar of confiscated laughter, the sort that comes out helpless and unwilling. His body kicks beneath her with enough force to deem her a bronc rider, starting to slither off the bed like the floor could be freedom.
The moment she relents, he freezes, a mess of a man, dishelved and openly gasping as if he’s just been hauled ashore for the first time and still acquainting himself with air. His gaze locks with hers, unimpressed in the least heartfelt way possible, even beneath the obvious glow of her regard. ”Fat!?” He scoffs, incredulous. ”You’re many things my love—cruel, terrible, authoritarian—but not fat.” He lists off each one with a drawn out display of ther word, the excess necessary to keep the bite out of it, no truth to any of it other than maybe in this exact moment, still recovering.
”Well, wait. There isssss one thing,” he informs her, spilling entirely off the bed now and landing on his bare feet with a thump, sheets and pillows in utter disarray behind him and still coiling around her. With the flash of a devil’s grin, he reaches out to slap her ass hard. ”You do have a nice fat ass,” he informs, already leaping back as if aware he’s just antagonized a viper and means to get out of striking range. Out of range, maybe, but not out of intent.
Picking up one of the throw pillows from the ground, he lobs it at her to delay any pursuit, laughter already edging in as he starts to side step towards the door. The calm morning, is well and truly, dead.
”You saying our baby won’t scream?” And just like that, it seems less something that they need to figure out, and more like something already awaiting them somewhere on the horizon, whenever that might be. ”Runs in the family Flo-Ro!”
The moment she relents, he freezes, a mess of a man, dishelved and openly gasping as if he’s just been hauled ashore for the first time and still acquainting himself with air. His gaze locks with hers, unimpressed in the least heartfelt way possible, even beneath the obvious glow of her regard. ”Fat!?” He scoffs, incredulous. ”You’re many things my love—cruel, terrible, authoritarian—but not fat.” He lists off each one with a drawn out display of ther word, the excess necessary to keep the bite out of it, no truth to any of it other than maybe in this exact moment, still recovering.
”Well, wait. There isssss one thing,” he informs her, spilling entirely off the bed now and landing on his bare feet with a thump, sheets and pillows in utter disarray behind him and still coiling around her. With the flash of a devil’s grin, he reaches out to slap her ass hard. ”You do have a nice fat ass,” he informs, already leaping back as if aware he’s just antagonized a viper and means to get out of striking range. Out of range, maybe, but not out of intent.
Picking up one of the throw pillows from the ground, he lobs it at her to delay any pursuit, laughter already edging in as he starts to side step towards the door. The calm morning, is well and truly, dead.
”You saying our baby won’t scream?” And just like that, it seems less something that they need to figure out, and more like something already awaiting them somewhere on the horizon, whenever that might be. ”Runs in the family Flo-Ro!”
I will love you 'til the lights go out
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
