#devi x xelef

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wip wednesday

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I have two wip, very short both of them 😅

Devi and Xelef 

“What do you like about my dress?” their voice is nothing more than a whisper, and even if they can’t see his expression from this angle, they can feel his smile on the shell of their ear, his beard rough over tender skin.  

“I like feeling the soft fabric on my skin,” Xelef hums low in his throat, squeezing their thigh beneath his fingers. He keeps reciting his words like a poem making any hope of concentration vanishing away from Devi’s mind.

and something i’m writing for my favorites girls ❤

rating T for suggestive themes (nothing explicit)

“Hmm maybe I’m admiring the view, too,” her deep voice made Charlotte tremble, and the thumb pressing into her hip almost distracted her of her own thoughts, but not quite.  

They were dangerous thoughts, thoughts she should not have. Neither of them was looking for something serious… right?

“Are you… alright?” Charlotte focus returned to Morgan finding a little frown there. She wasn’t lying to herself it was a bit unsettling how easily the other woman could read her, 

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snnipet sunday

@narrativefoiltrope i’m writing something for my crown and Xelef  👉👈

“Devi, such a beautiful name,” Xelef speaks against their skin, leaving a trail of honey-sweet kisses on his travel towards their neck. Devi smiles easy and wide, tilting their head just so, looking at him through the corner of their eye.

“Thank you, dear. I’m… I chose it myself.”

He hums in respond, his warm breath tickling their neck and they let a little laugh slip from their lips.

“You do have an excellent taste,” he punctuates the words with another kiss. “I mean, you find me atractive which just prove my point,” another and Devi’s eyes close for a moment, feeling almost intoxicate by him.

“Hmm…”

Xelef breaths a laugh at their lack of words sending a shiver rolling down their spine. Shit, they really need to refocus.

Devi shake their head finding the bright light of the sun once more. Clearing their throat, they leave the pen resting on the book, and touch the skin of his arm still firmly wrapped around their body. “I am well aware of my good taste, Xelef. Did you see the way I dress?” 

One of Xelef hands find its way to Devi’s dress just above their thigh, his large palm warm even through the fabric. 

“Yes. This dress, for example,” feeling rather than hearing the words over their ear, Devi is mildly aware of the book slipping through their fingers, although they can’t bring themselves to care knowing that, by now, it would have ended up on the floor if it wasn’t resting on their lap. “It looks so very pretty on you, my darling star.” 

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