Mateo
who are these people?
I just woke up in my underwear
I just woke up in my underwear
"About not being a lady?" Mateo repeats with a musical chuckle. "I do hope he was referring to himself. You are quite the lady, carissima." If he were more sober he'd also be wondering why Everest felt he needed to affirm his own not-ladyhood, if that is indeed what he was doing. Alas, as his eyes open the bar seems to throb with colour in time with the music, and Paige drapes against him, painted in watercolours with lips that blush like fire.
His head tilts back as her fingers tease through his curls, the botanist letting his hands run down the ladder of her ribcage and along the hourglass of her hips. "Oho?" He raises his eyebrows, tilting his head at her as they sway and move together. "And who was your first kiss, if it was not me? I could always make up for lost time, if you like." Flashing her a devious smile, he leans in and lowers his voice a fraction. "I am probably a much better kisser now than I was then, if it helps."
His head tilts back as her fingers tease through his curls, the botanist letting his hands run down the ladder of her ribcage and along the hourglass of her hips. "Oho?" He raises his eyebrows, tilting his head at her as they sway and move together. "And who was your first kiss, if it was not me? I could always make up for lost time, if you like." Flashing her a devious smile, he leans in and lowers his voice a fraction. "I am probably a much better kisser now than I was then, if it helps."
no liquor left on the shelf
I should probably introduce myself
I should probably introduce myself
