Love your writing so much! If you're still taking requests could you possibly do a hc for what the main 6 thought/felt/did after they first kissed the MC? Whatever tickles your fancy! Thank you!!!! xxx
I am taking requests and I’d be happy to do this one for you!
Small, dazzling, little colored lights that consume his senses, and render him momentarily speechless.
He never thought he’d feel this again. To have you pressed against his skin, lips ghosting against his own, and wanting him in a way he’d only remembered in dreams.
His heart clenches painfully, such that it knocks the breath from his lungs.
This body of his, patched together with broken promises and remnants of dreams, finally finally felt alive. As if it had been waiting three years and just now became whole.
You may part, but he’ll stand there stunned. White lashes fanning his cheeks and mouth quivering, chasing your touch.
Kiss him again, he wants to see stars.
Every ounce of good sense, every slither of rationality, gone with the wind.
The moment your lips met his, it all blurred into a haze. A white smoke plum casting its shadow over his senses, leaving him helpless to all but bow into your touch.
He’d worry about it in detail later, but for now he just wanted to feel.
Yes, he was a wanted fugitive. Yes, you had been sent by the Countess to quite literally orchestrate his arrest. And yes, this would all probably end terribly.
But at this moment, he can’t bring himself to care. For you’re winding your fingers through his hair and whimpering just softly against his lips, as he baits you to come closer.
And closer you come, until it seems you’ve melded into one. It’s all heat and fingers and mistakes, and then- It’s over.
Like cold water, the world has stopped spinning, and Julian’s untangled himself from your snare. Back to business, back to pretending, and save for the flush upon his cheeks, it’s as if it never happened.
He’d deal with this tomorrow. But for now, stay with him.
It’s just one night anyway. What’s the worst that could happen?
Clarity. Finally she could breathe again.
All this time wandering, searching, trying to piece together the tidbits of her life.
She had be too cautious to admit it, too busy running in circles to have time to make peace with it, but she was scared. What if she never remembered? Never paid her debts to Vesuvia? Never lived up to her own expectations?
It was a thrashing in her head that never stopped. These persistent migraines hammering away at her reserve, until finally it got so loud she could hardly stand it.
Then you kissed her and … silence.
The persistent wailings of doubt momentarily hushed, and finally she could release the breathe she had been holding.
Kissing you was her peace, a sanctuary during these perilous times. Now that she had it she needed it again and again.
Nadia never needed to be saved, she learned that years ago. But sometimes she lost her way, and in turn lost herself. Yet somehow you found her, kept her grounded.
For whatever it’s worth, with you around she no longer feels afraid.
Everything came in slow motion.
Seconds felt like hours, each flickering gaze felt loaded, and ever so slightly it seemed like you were moving closer and closer.
And when your lips finally fell upon hers, she could’ve sworn the world stopped turning … to put it lightly.
Now everything was you. Your name a lilting chorus in her head as she memorized your scent, your taste, the way your body purred when she wrapped an arm around your neck.
Nothing else mattered in this moment. You kissed her. You really kissed her. She’d have to pinch herself later, a reminder that this actually happened.
When you pull back, she’ll hook her arm around you and pull you back in. Now that she’s kissed you once, she’ll have to kiss you twice.
And three, four, five, more times … just for good measure.
Everything was tingling and suddenly he felt much too hot.
This feeling, whatever it may be, was something akin to nausea and feverishness.
He wasn’t sure if he should run or lean in. For as tentative as he was, something in him alit under your touch, and he dared consider that maybe beneath the nausea and buckling knees, the kiss was rather … pleasant.
It was soft, a meager brush, but it made him feel light. He couldn’t recall a time anyone had ever treated him so fragile, and yet here you were, just barely ghosting your fingers over his scars and looking at him like he might shatter in two.
Such tenderness was rare in his world. He had gone most of his life without it. But now that you were here, dangling such prospects before him, he wondered for a moment if he could have this.
If he could let himself be to be vulnerable, to be cared for by someone other than Asra and himself.
His world was still so small, but this felt like the start of something bigger … something to expand his horizons. And that was all thanks to you.
He had needed this for so long. To touch and be touched. To want and be wanted.
You were the only one who listened, who looked for him, who seemed to give a damn. And while his initial regards for you stemmed from gratitude, these feelings shifted to a faint respect, to a nagging … affection.
He had been alone for so long, his game was a little rusty. He wasn’t sure if you were entertaining his ramblings because you were, quite literally, required to by blood oath or because of manifest attractions.
So when you kissed him, it took everything in him not to yank you closer.
And while it had been a while, he was sure his memory wasn’t playing tricks on him. Kisses didn’t always feel this good. So warm and mind numbingly intoxicating that he could lose himself forever.
His body felt engulfed in desire, warm from head to toe even amidst the biting wind and layers of snow beneath his feet.
He knew you were magic, but hell. A kiss like that could make a man fall in love.
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