all my scars have got a tune
“You’ll hafta ask ‘im ‘bout it.” Milo offers, briefly of course, because then she’s looking at him like that and warmth blossoms through him as he reaches for her. She comes to him easily, legs wrapping around him and he’s left to peer up at her as he readjusts his legs, a crooked smirk along his face. “Mhm, there is.” He confirms as she’s cupping the back of his neck.
She nears him and that smirk remains as he peers back at her, his hands moving from her arms to her sides and her back, drifting down to her hips and slowly rising up under her shirt as his thumb makes brief passes. “Didn’ think it would t’be honest.” He teases her back, leaning in, pressing a kiss to her jaw that’s soft and tender and doesn’t last nearly as long as he wants it to. He pulls back, only to press another soft one to the corner of her lips, before pulling away — a picture perfect charming smirk crossing his face as Milo gets a gleam of challenge in his gaze.
“So whatcha gonna do ‘bout it?”
She nears him and that smirk remains as he peers back at her, his hands moving from her arms to her sides and her back, drifting down to her hips and slowly rising up under her shirt as his thumb makes brief passes. “Didn’ think it would t’be honest.” He teases her back, leaning in, pressing a kiss to her jaw that’s soft and tender and doesn’t last nearly as long as he wants it to. He pulls back, only to press another soft one to the corner of her lips, before pulling away — a picture perfect charming smirk crossing his face as Milo gets a gleam of challenge in his gaze.
“So whatcha gonna do ‘bout it?”
there's a fire in my heart
and i can't stop it burning down
and i can't stop it burning down
MILO
