— @notherbody / cont’d.
HE’S ON THE PHONE AGAIN.he looks tired ( and you caused it ). his beard, scruffier than usual. a certain looseness to his clothing. despite it all, the grief he had to get over when she returned, the bags beneath his eyes, not a single percent of his beauty had left him. for a moment, she’ll wonder if he tastes the same. if this tongue would feel different than the last one, would she allowed it to dance with his own. for a moment, no other thoughts find their way into her head. all she can think of are the hairs on his face,scratching against her cheeks. a step forward, her hand reaching out, her heart, beating sofast that it just about SCARES her, she grabs his phone. hangs up, puts it aside. an apology is mumbled against his chin, her fingers reaching up, pressing into the skin of his neck as she tugs him down to her level.
—–he tastes the same. like her favorite food, drug and drink, all mixed up into one. like a slice of fucking paradise, as cheesy as that sounds. her tongue feels no differentcompared to the one before. but the dance between them does.
He’ll keep staring at the floor whilst on the phone until it no longer gives him the RELIEF he needs; that’s when he’ll draw his gaze to Quince who’s resting in the corner of the room. Watching him breathe proves soothing for frayed nerves and cluelessness as to what to do with himself now that Mio, his wife, has returned to him from the dead.
It’s not like he’s actually keeping track of what the voice on the other end of the conversation is talking about, so the fact that his talk ( or lack thereof ) is interrupted, doesn’t much bother him. Gin however is quite STARTLED with the sudden forwardness of her actions, seeing as neither of them seemed too eager to indulge in touch so far. Yet the manner in which she presents herself now intrigues him; makes him want to find out what’s to follow–––– so he lets it all happen. He lets her pull him down by the neck; lets her press her lips to his and part them with her ( her? ) tongue and, despite his earlier convictions, he even falls into step with the flow of her movements against him. How can she taste so similar? Is it her SOUL then, that he’s tasting ( since that must be the only thing that remains unchanged )? ❝ Mmh–— ❞