ππ΄π·πΈ ππΉ πΏπππΈ, ππ΄π·πΈ ππ πΏπππΈ
β rieβs list of lovers
β the architect loved his girl to the point of invention. to the point of calling her his home.
βiβll give you a clinic one day. design it myself. have it built.β πΎπ΄ππΈπ» whispers his promise against her nape as he shows her the drafted sketch. βwe could even add some stained glass windows if youβd like that. anything you want, iβll make it happen.β a gentle grin tugs at his lips when her cheeks burn red under his sweet words. βor perhaps a house? one we could call our own.β nimble fingers then wrap around her wristsβa gentle seal on his vow. (it was no secret that these promises were a breath shy of being proposals.)
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β the first love. need i say more?
πΌππ΄πΌππππΌ blinks at her statement. βyou like the color greenβ¦ because it reminds you of my eyes?β he blinks againβclearly dumbfounded and yet, a shade of red easily colors his cheeks. her arms wind around his shoulders, bringing his face within the range of attack. her not so transferproof lippie stains her kisses against his skin. βstopββ he whines but his hands pull her closer. βjeez, youβre tooβ¦β a soft chuckle cuts his sentence short. βyouβre lucky i love you.β
β he has her picture in a heart shaped locket like the romantic he is.
π½π΄πππ todd shivers under her gentle caresses, only freezing when he feels her lips against jagged skin. his breaths grow uneven and timid as her touches and kisses trail upwards. jason relents with a string of curses when she whispers compliments against his earβunder all that unfamiliar intimacy, he could only tell her shut her mouth.
β if he was the sun, she would be his moonβ¦ his galaxyβ¦ his life.
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chuckles as he leads her to dance in the middle of their living room. knees bump against couch cushions. sandals step on the otherβs pair. chests colliding when they fall out of rhythm for a moment. and yet, his hands remain steady on her. βyouβll have to teach me how to do this properly,β he smiles down at herβthough a prince once upon a time, xavier wanted nothing more than more time with his love. (even if it meant feigning ignorance as a ploy)
β exhaustion makes one vulnerable. but who better to be tired with than with her?
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ππ΅π΅π wasn't used to domestic anymoreβconvinced he was past the age he was allowed of it. "this is a bad idea." he mutters to himself, tracing over her jaw in silent adoration as she sleptβhis silly girl was drooling all over the pillow again. but his hands hold her with the same warmth that held no regrets. his touch remains clinical βlike he was guiding her through a procedure in the trauma room βand reverent βlike he was yearning for her... it was almost pathetic.