MILO
She accepts his response and he breathes a sigh of relief with it, leaning in and pressing against her, lips finding her ear and her neck, searching for another way to relieve the tension within her. And it works, at least for him, because the recent events are one of the last things he’s thinking of as her hands snake around his neck, locking her against him in all the ways he knows and loves.
It’s still her beneath the changed exterior. And if he had any questions or reservations about it? Well, the scars on her body answered the rest. So he hums, nipping down at her skin, not realizing she’s released her glittery magic until he spies it coating both of their skin. In another time, perhaps he might have joked about her releasing it too early, but he doesn’t — drunk and distracted by her as he is, he simply presses her against the wall, ensuring her leg’s hitched up against him, her hips tilting toward him — her command is one he can easily give her.
“’m not plannin’ on it.” He breathes against her skin, hands slipping along her sides now, one hand moving below to support her, the other snaking up to tease at her breast, his head lifting away from her skin to press a kiss to the corner of her lips. “Y’sure?” He asks her instead, as if the feeling of his growing erection isn’t already pressing against her thigh, as if his lust and love isn’t already swirling in his gaze.
Still, he waits.
It’s still her beneath the changed exterior. And if he had any questions or reservations about it? Well, the scars on her body answered the rest. So he hums, nipping down at her skin, not realizing she’s released her glittery magic until he spies it coating both of their skin. In another time, perhaps he might have joked about her releasing it too early, but he doesn’t — drunk and distracted by her as he is, he simply presses her against the wall, ensuring her leg’s hitched up against him, her hips tilting toward him — her command is one he can easily give her.
“’m not plannin’ on it.” He breathes against her skin, hands slipping along her sides now, one hand moving below to support her, the other snaking up to tease at her breast, his head lifting away from her skin to press a kiss to the corner of her lips. “Y’sure?” He asks her instead, as if the feeling of his growing erection isn’t already pressing against her thigh, as if his lust and love isn’t already swirling in his gaze.
Still, he waits.
as long as we don't die,
this is gonna be one hell of a story
this is gonna be one hell of a story
