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“innocent?”, despite the gils’ knack of lying - there still was limitations to her gift. however, for the sole purpose to humor her; to keep the smile present for a moment longer. god knew that it didn’t come around enough. the nature of the lives they lead, rarely left room for such things, “ well, of course, you are nothing short of a saint.” a pull with his hand and using his other to capture her head as she spun around. fingers carefully threading - worshipping - the curls of her dark hair. “you move quite well on that STRIPPER POLE for a virgin.” his smirk matched hers; but his hazel hues spoke of something more respectable. having pulled her under the small patch of streetlight; he enjoyed the sights exposed to him when the dark was abstracted from her features. the people who might pass them by; would clim that they were a couple with certainty - a thought which would surely surely put disdain in both of their eyes. as precious to him as she was - as mesmerized he was by the way her eyelashes rested again her cheek when she looked down - , delaney held too much of his heart for him to ever want to stain her by claiming hers. they were simply better like this; enveloped and entangled somewhere in the shadows, yet never letting the moment exceed that level of intimacy. “what would i do without the glow of your halo to LIGHT my way, angel?” soft mumbles were gently breathed out in the night; even with it’s undertone of pure sarcasm.
a hum passes tightly pursed lips, the corners of them curving upward as he feeds into her playful teasing. a tug against the slender females hand pulls her instantly toward him, dark hues lighting up with a hint of exhilaration, a impish giggle bubbling up in the back of her throat BEGGING to be released. “what can i say? i’m a TALENTED virgin.” a single brow cocks upward, words practically murmured from her lips; a whisper in the nights breeze. the streetlight, although it was flickering in a way that slightly irritated the female; was half a blessing. ONLY HALF as the male deserved to be examined with such close detail under a more complimentary lighting, something that wouldn’t flicker and disrupt her wandering eyes. “probably crash and burn, but lets not think like that.” lips twitching upward at her own words, a single finger from her freed hand comes up to press against them. “angel,” the word is repeated in such a low whisper she’s unsure if he can even hear the barely audible syllables escaping her. “IRONIC— i like it.”










