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" nice shooting, dipshit, " quipped out of experienced mouth, teeth making a prideful appearance. " wanna do some more spray and pray, mikey ? "

“you’re joking, right?” shock lingered on gentle features as laugh escaped, uncertain about his partners words as childish amusement disappeared. “burns, not that i’m about to argue with my superior but isn’t that a little risky? there might be some civvies or something!”

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tvggey.

it’s an action that gives the woman a bit of surprised as it took a few seconds for her to really delve into the embrace. but, the moment she did, her entire body relaxes near him, almost numb to the delicate touch that the other’s lips provided, hand pressing itself against the man’s jawline, drawing closer. a numbness that brought the utmost of ecstasy, a feeling that had been retired for years, now. the difference, it was a high that one needed, - one that wasn’t forced against her will; it wouldn’t leave scars among skin, either. and, he pulled away, a bit of a whine that protests such action, inaudible, of course. that grin, it’s only mimicked against the woman’s own features, head shaking, playfully. ‘  i suppose so,  ’ even the statement attempts tease the other, teeth gently biting against a lower brim. 

“you suppose so?” confusion resided on masculine features as hands traced the curvature of the redhead’s frame, each movement of calloused hands torturous as though in an attempt to tease despite the lack of intimacy. not that he had complaints about it given that on more than one occasion, their kisses had encroached upon a more mature territory. desire was a beast of a burden and it managed to cloud all possible thought. if he were not as strong, he might have given into the carnal pleasures of which the woman had provide on many an occasion. fingers pressed to the underside of lindsay’s chin, a gentle tap as though to raise her line of sight to his own. “it’s either yes or no, tuggey. no in-between.”

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tvggey.

lips part to exhale a brief laugh that mimicked anxiety, but one knows better than to even tease the idea of giving any subtle hint that, yeah, - she’d kiss him again. over and over ‘til their lips became raw. and, maybe, even after that. not without an obvious sign of the other’s affection, - only if he seemed to want it back. and, in this case, that’s the vibe she got from their previous embrace.  ‘   do you not want me to kiss you again ? ‘cause, i mean, i won’t bother.  ’  simple and to the point. even her own brow remains risen, their closeness ceasing as the phoenix pulls away, arms crossing against her rib cage, playfully.  

further discussion eliminated as lips pressed against the woman’s, eyelids fluttered to a close as the lad allowed himself the pleasure of enjoying the embrace. the sensation of her lips upon his, the warmth of her frame. color him surprised that he had been so determined to have another kiss bestowed upon him by the princess of whom he’d found himself so enraptured. initially, the wild card assumed it to be an attraction based upon the circumstances. something about the threat of potential death managed to push people together, did it not? but as his employment within the fakes continued, it blossomed into something else entirely. it was slightly embarrassing to admit but he liked her, that he liked the comfort and familiarity she provided. as lips separated, devilish smirk outstretched as though he were a chesire cat. “does that answer your question?”

[lndeterminate]

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“next time?” any potential protestations stilled as slight arch in one’s brow presented, somewhat perplexed by the addition. was it an error or had the kiss been decent enough to warrant some kind of repetition? given his preference for the more intimacies that required less clothing, he had felt a sense of pride. no woman had complained about his skills in the more scandalous areas of relationships, but no woman had been given the pleasure of his lips upon theirs. it was a tradition reserved for those who deserved it, those whom michael felt something for. “are you saying you want to kiss me again, tuggey?”

CONTINUED FROM HERE  :  @tvggey.

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