“am i not already careful enough?” the blond teases lightly, feigning surprise and biting his lower lip to try and hide the amusement that’s brewing deep within his belly and threatening to overtake his features. these little lectures are endearing rather than annoying, insists a voice in the back of his head. it’s not something that he’s used to, having grown up without a mother, and so it feels so very new… so unfamiliar that it never fails to warm his heart, knowing that someone cares so deeply about him. “excuse me? i’ve watched karate kid twice.” which in turn clearly makes him an expert on all kinds of risky stunts. “you’re doin’ a great job, though. helpin’ me defrost,” he points out with a chuckle, not even trying to defend himself against the lunatic accusations. oh, he is a lunatic, alright? and proud of it! he’s so madly in love with her that it has him doing all kinds of insane things… “but i didn’t. i’m stealthy and smart.” trying to chase her worries away, he presses his mouth to hers once more. warm, so warm. her lips are so soft and tender, smooth and gentle as his glide over them in a sweet caress. “mm, if your mother finds me, least i’ll die a happy man,” he muses, brushing off her concerns and kissing her until his chest’s burning from the lack of oxygen.
so, this is what elvis meant when he said that thing about kisses lifting him higher like a sweet song of a choir. pounding rapidly within the confines of his chest, his heart beats a tune of more than just infatuation. love. it must be love. his lips dance with hers for what feels like forever, savoring the taste of her. intoxicating beyond belief. winding an arm around her waist, he draws her closer. their bodies melting, molding together with such ease, as her dainty hand find his blond locks, sending sparks of anticipation throughout his chest. he’d been drawn to her from the first time he laid eyes on her at school. he’d fought hard to settle the butterflies dancing in his stomach that day. well, now they’re free and swarming his insides, causing a wave of heat to roll up his spine. it spills over his cold cheeks and colors them pink. to match the walls of rose’s room, he figures, pulling back with reluctance, already mourning the loss of her sweet lips. his breath hitching in his throat, legs growing weak beneath him. his eyes flutter open and he takes her in, thinking his chest might just burst wide open at this point. “i can tell…” he lightly teases, smiling at her with adoration. she kisses him like this and then wonders why he’s willing to risk his life just to see her.
“what can i say? i tend to bring a sense of adventure with me everywhere i go.” letting her move his hand from her cheek, he leans in and kisses it apologetically. a laugh escapes him when she so confidently tells him what he should do next, leading him over to her bed. he’s still mesmerized by everything in this room, fingertips reaching out to touch the whimsy canopy, absently asking, “what’s that for? you close it at night?” pale blue eyes flickering to her nightstand next, taking everything in like a curious cat, itching to lay hands on all these pretty things. “hey, i only tripped ‘cause you’re so beautiful that i couldn’t take my eyes off you and i forgot where i was going.” charming his way out of trouble, though it’s not like he’s feeding her lies. it’s all true. “yes, ma’am.” he salutes her, trying to coax a giggle out of her, toeing off his nikes and pushing them under her bed before climbing onto the mattress and letting her cover him up with blankets, his skin tingling all over as warmth engulfs him. something hot to drink sounds good right now so he doesn’t try to stop her, smiling at the kiss to his cheek and sheepishly asks, “do you think there’s cookies in the pantry? the chocolate chip ones?” he always feels awful asking for food and does his best to sound playful rather than desperate.