#ask answer tbt.

[educautional-blog]

"Let's cuddle and be sluggish all night long."

his lips press gently to her forehead, lingering as he allows himself a moment to breathe the floral scent which always clings to her skin. it’s as easy as breathing to wrap his arms around her, clutch her to his chest like she’s a lifeline, tackle her onto the bed until he’s hovering over her with a wide smile adorning his features.

❛ that sounds perfect. ❜ fingers dance up her shoulders, scrawl lazy patterns over her collarbones, move to massage her head with languid ease. in the dusty light of evening, she is ethereal, silver in the light of the rising moon, her hair a dark halo around her head. he is – as always – struck dumb by her beauty.

and so he occupies their mouths with a kiss. it is soft, a quiet press of lips which brings no expectations to the table.

❛ netflix and chill. oh god. sorry. i ruined it. ❜

meme. || @fllowershop​

[educautional-blog]

"You just made my terrible day not so terrible."

❛ well, i aim to please. ❜ for some reason, cart-purchased falafel tastes better when strolling through central park: the manicured grass, the quiet chatter, dogs on leashes, dusk filtering through the leaves to dapple the ground with blood orange light. they munch in companionable silence, listening to the ambient noise of a busy path, laughing in unison as a toddler wanders off after a stream of bubbles.

these weekly walks have become easy. comforting. a routine to which they both look forward – which kennedy anticipates with excitement every day. 

❛ i’m sorry your day was terrible. ❜ genuine compassion shades his expression with gray, puts a filter of concern over the bright smile with which he so often graces her. fingers brush across her shoulder, lingering in a gesture of solidarity – just for a moment, and then it strays back to the food in his grasp, fiddling with the stick upon which is skewered this impromptu meal.

❛ if you wanna tell me about it – you know you can. i’m here for you. ❜ always.

meme. || @stripylegs​

[educautional-blog]

tickles his sides .

❛ whoa, no, not fair! ❜ elbows fly, bony wrists smack at her hands in a confusing whirl of joints and limbs. luckily, he has the height advantage, and it takes him only a few seconds to envelop her in his arms and tamp down the tickle monster. 

a lecherous grin spreads like butter across his face, waggles his eyebrows in an expression of oncoming retribution. revenge is sweet, as everyone knows, and even though it’s best served cold, he’ll be happy to give her the dish in the warmth of his apartment. he might be ticklish, but she’s on a whole other level.

❛ when this is over, i just want you to remember – you started it. ❜

and so he moves, long arms using their distinct reaching superiority to dance his fingers along her sides, up her arms, all the Designated Tickle Spots. her squealing disapproval is rewarded with absolutely no sympathy; no matter her thrashing, he continues the merciless onslaught, ribbing her until her smile takes up half her face and there are tears in her eyes.

❛ quick!! cry uncle if you ever want to stop laughing. ❜

@fllowershop :)