VARUS
He’s the equivalent of putty underneath her as she leans into the kiss, as she presses him down into the blankets that he easily drops back onto, his hands threading through her hair to tug it across her back and one shoulder while his arms move to settle around her waist, keeping her close, keeping them together in the afterglow where he doesn’t want to have to think about anything else but her.
He’s sure the laugh that leaves him vibrates against her skin as it rumbles through his chest. “Shit, I left the fucking door open.” He ends the sentence in a soft groan of annoyance at himself, despite it purely being for show. Still, the smile on his face gives away the fact he isn’t upset about it – in fact a part of him daring anyone to come in and try to interrupt them while he’s still sunk into her. “I’m sure they’ll keep their traps shut.” He murmurs, nuzzling in to press another kiss to her cheek.
He’s sure the laugh that leaves him vibrates against her skin as it rumbles through his chest. “Shit, I left the fucking door open.” He ends the sentence in a soft groan of annoyance at himself, despite it purely being for show. Still, the smile on his face gives away the fact he isn’t upset about it – in fact a part of him daring anyone to come in and try to interrupt them while he’s still sunk into her. “I’m sure they’ll keep their traps shut.” He murmurs, nuzzling in to press another kiss to her cheek.
stories without a few let downs are boring when told
perfection and poems are a lie when it all unfolds
perfection and poems are a lie when it all unfolds
