like a thief in the night, you crept into my mind
That lock of red hair falls forward, drawing her attention away from the burning in his eyes. But for only a heartbeat.
She pushes up against him with a single-minded intention, feeling the way his body reacts to hers, the way his muscles and breath and warmth and-- just, everything reacted to her touch. It creates a friction that she can't resist tempting further, to bury herself in his bedsheets.
Her cheek reddens from the sudden coyness that invades her smile, "None of them would love you the same as I do anyway." One of her hands reaches up to tuck back that stray lock of hair, though there's not much point at the rate things are going. The way she says the words, she tries her best to be casual but there's an underlying depth to that little moment, to that admittance.
At his promise of being kept in his bed, her brows raise with pleasant surprise. "Oh really?" She almost pulls back to give him a curious look, but as he leans in to touch his lips to her skin, she sinks into it. "Now I definitely can't let you come with me..." she teases back, minute laughter building up to the surface. But as she melts into his kiss, she suddenly changes her mind, "To be honest, I don't even know what I'd do without you around anymore, Milo. Wonder what I'm missing... Go back to being hopeless?" She lets out a soft laugh and presses her hand to the side of his face, turning her head to look at him again. Her smile and laughter is gone as she does, though, replaced by sincerity.
She pushes up against him with a single-minded intention, feeling the way his body reacts to hers, the way his muscles and breath and warmth and-- just, everything reacted to her touch. It creates a friction that she can't resist tempting further, to bury herself in his bedsheets.
Her cheek reddens from the sudden coyness that invades her smile, "None of them would love you the same as I do anyway." One of her hands reaches up to tuck back that stray lock of hair, though there's not much point at the rate things are going. The way she says the words, she tries her best to be casual but there's an underlying depth to that little moment, to that admittance.
At his promise of being kept in his bed, her brows raise with pleasant surprise. "Oh really?" She almost pulls back to give him a curious look, but as he leans in to touch his lips to her skin, she sinks into it. "Now I definitely can't let you come with me..." she teases back, minute laughter building up to the surface. But as she melts into his kiss, she suddenly changes her mind, "To be honest, I don't even know what I'd do without you around anymore, Milo. Wonder what I'm missing... Go back to being hopeless?" She lets out a soft laugh and presses her hand to the side of his face, turning her head to look at him again. Her smile and laughter is gone as she does, though, replaced by sincerity.
Aurelia
code credits go to Skylark!<3
