Their kiss short and sweet, mixed in with more playful mocking, as any other thing the two shared. Whether life or death, there was always that competitive need to one up each other which he enjoyed. It was never out of malice or cruelty, but simply out of familiarity and comfort that the two shared. Since the moment they met, a part of him had wanted to run away from her in fear that she’d be finally the one that would be able to look at him and see all that was hiding behind his eyes. He wasn’t sure if he believed in the eyes being the windows of the soul, but somehow he believed that if they were, she’d be able to see through them, through him.
That alone was a scary thought and yet here he was, playing with a strand of her hand, twirling it around his finger, enjoying in the softness as the two were a mere few inches apart. Happy and content enough to fall asleep next to each other or not to bother wasting time on something so trivial and kiss, talk, do whatever they wanted to.
Was his only needed response, hers was so honest and true that he didn’t bother, the warmth his words held as he spoke them out loud. Ethan dragged his gaze from the loose wavy strand of hair to her face and he leaned down and kissed her again, this time not wanting to pull away. His whole body as if having a mind of its own moved, or better yet gravitated towards her, he had let go the strand of hair, and now placed his hand on the back of her neck, deepening the kiss. He could taste the reminisce of the drinks that they had shared that night, and something else, something all hers.
she doesn't question the barefaced sincerity doused in his voice, their compassionate awareness of one another’s habits runs cavernously deep; both know when pertaining to the matter of their hearts, they're not to be toyed with. even if quieted words are only an intimation of their beautifully devote friendship, ( & more ), their rare exchange is sweet and unadulterated. no walls, or iron barriers hoisted for one to leave the other wondering, simply honest.
his kiss finds plump pouts again, and he advances nearer; fluent leg burrowing it’s way betwixt his knees, an invitation he come closer. an ankle loosely binds ankle, foot lightly brushes foot in absent minded sweeps and furls. all the while, her mouth is utterly contented, parted lips and tongue immersing in ethan’s disarming taste, amber whiskey and sweet cannabis, she breaths the potent aroma in. a low euphonic hum resonating in gratification amongst their eloquently waltzing tongues.
averie knows she’s fucked. there’s no doubting that. regardless of being mildly inebriated, her attraction to him has always been vehement. he’s become a dangerous weakness, developing into a greater threat still. she frequently catches herself longing to touch him whenever he’s near, feels an incessant warmth in her core when their gazes unite and his voice. a lovely tenor, southern; he sounds like home.
she wants to hear ethan rumble against her lips, even if only for a moment. so, her hand lazily trails from his handsome mien, curled fingernails barely bordering his sweltering skin whilst breezily gliding along his arm and course of his side; ending inevitably clinched upon his hip. viscid kiss departs and teeth steal gentle, yet firm possession of his swollen lower tier. lethargic tug drawing, averie’s hot breath trickles against his flesh, tongue sedately rolling over the ache and then unhurriedly gliding back between lips, hollowing ruinous mouth in return.
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