esumi-yan
❝Guess y'caught me. But.. I mean.. It's such a big stick! And it's got a face! Can y'blame me for wanting it!? Please don't call the Serpents on me!--❞
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esumi-yan
❝Guess y'caught me. But.. I mean.. It's such a big stick! And it's got a face! Can y'blame me for wanting it!? Please don't call the Serpents on me!--❞
She leaned over the edge of the lounge, her hand falling on swarthy chest, embracing the titan of a guardian. The feeling of brawn underneath calloused hands made tanned visage burn a bright scarlet. It was odd, attempting to get the attention of the colossus, for she already had it, yet she felt he would slip through. Perhaps she was trying to make things concrete between them, yet every pursuit she had before this had failed miserably, and she knew that this was futile, yet she felt compelled to try.
Evergreen eyes shut as soft lips found their way over beige skin.
She felt her heart jump, her hands becoming nervous as she grasped at cloth. She began to make a trail upwards from his neck to his own lips. How her heart fluttered as she did such, her grip on his shirt growing tighter as she found his cheek. Scarlet features began to move in for a small peck on the lips before she stopped just before reaching her destination, waiting for something from him, a reprimand, anything telling her to stop, but when she heard no protests she continued on her conquest. Soft edges colliding, grip loosening as she lost herself within him.
He had a way of making the mechanic forget her troubles when they caressed, and it seemed even now that applied. Even when it seemed she was on a mission for herself. Perhaps he knew this. Perhaps that was why he had not protested her pursuit.
Arms wrapped laxly around vast neck as she deepened the contact. The feeling of bliss had been rising as she began to drift away from her colossus. A simper blooming as a flower would in the desert.
"Morning!"