I feel lips against mine and my heart immediately lifts in my chest as if its trying to escape through my mouth to get to Spirit. I'm torn between opening my eyes to make sure I'm not imagining things, and simply enjoying it while I can. But before I have a chance to decide she pulls away.
Letting out a slow shaky breath I open my eyes to see her staring back at me. She's in the same spot she was when I closed them, and if it wasn't for the tingling of my lips I'd could almost believe she hadn't moved.
I'll tag @silluuuu and @vautour-coccinelle-serpent this week if yall got anything to share
got a spicy snippet from dragfic for you this week, nothing too explicit more like foreplay, but proceed at your own risk
He unbuttons my pants; pulling them down, he pauses and I feel nervous again, embarrassed and my face grows warm. He runs a finger along my quickly growing erection.
“Lingerie,” he hums thoughtfully. “You were prepared for this huh?”
I cover my face in embarrassment, but Stein just presses a soft kiss against the back of my hands.
“I wasn't sure, but I wanted to look good for you if it did happen… you think it's silly don't you?”
He pulls my hand to his face and kisses it. “Yes it's a bit silly, but you've always been a bit silly. Besides, it's also sweet, and you do look good in it.”
“Really?”
“Really.” He kisses my thigh. “I am worried though, that they might not survive the night,” he says smirking up at me before gently biting my thigh. He grabs the hem of my shirt before stopping with a thoughtful look on his face. He lets go and stands up. “You know what, you went through all the effort to get dressed up for me, why don't you strip for me?” He says pulling me up before taking my spot on the edge of the bed.
tagging @chickycherrycola @marshofsleep and @cannibal-nightmares if ya'll want / have anything to share
Some more dragfic for you. Someone has busted her ankle and is getting taken care of.
She blows smoke in my face with a coy smile. I set her ankle on my shoulder, and reach into my pocket to withdraw a new cigarette. The whole time my eyes are locked on her, her deep blue eyes, her lips that are quirking up slightly at the corners, her chest that rises and falls with each drag of her stolen cigarette.
I place the unlit cigarette in between my lips, I watch her gaze drops to follow the motion. I go slowly, making a show of it. Settling myself between her legs I lean over the counter, pressing her leg up and into her. I lean closer, trapping her on the counter against the mirror. I can smell her body wash, and for a moment I can’t draw my eyes away from her lips.
Yes, this is about to be the damn cigarette kiss thing. No, I am not immune to it, apparently.
Tagging @chickycherrycola @cannibal-nightmares @puppys-teeth if ya’ll got anything you wish to share.
He laughs nervously, "Senpai? I think you must have me confused with someone else."
"Spir—"
In a flash he's leaning forward with his arm transformed into the unmistakable black scythe against my throat. "I said you must have me confused with someone else."
I can't stifle the laugh that comes out of me, even if I couldn't see souls, you've got your blade against my throat. I can't tell what's more amusing, his oxymoronic denial, or the fact that after all these years, this is what it takes for him to threaten me.
He squints at me, head tilting to the side, and I can't blame him—I can't recall if he's ever heard a laugh out of me that wasn't manic or sarcastic.
Tagging @chickycherrycola @marshofsleep and @bcbdrums
I haven't wrote much this week, been super absorbed in a piece of art I've been meaning to draw for awhile. That you accidentally reminded me of, puppy. But here's a later bit in dragfic
We browse through shelves of ancient knick knacks, discarded china, and furniture old enough that its sturdiness is self-evident. I practically have to drag Stein away when we come across a section of antique medical equipment.
"What would you even need a bone saw for?"
"First off, it's an 19th century osteotome, and it was the very first chainsaw, it helped speed up amputations which ultimately made them safer. And for the aesthetic. Besides, it's an interesting piece of history."
"What aesthetic? Mad scientist?"
Tagging @chickycherrycola as the rest of ya'll seem to be tagged already lol
Bonus little "behind the scenes" so to speak about this snippet under the cut
@marshofsleep's (tho they haven't used tumblr in awhile fair warning) beta comment on this has lived in my head rent free since...
/looks at comment date
April of last year, god I write slow, but I digress; said comment:
It has permeated my brain so thoroughly that when I visited a friend last February and we went to a artists alley style thing, and one of the shops had a bonesaw (as well as a ton of taxidermy and wet specimens and other dope stuff) This was all that was playing in my head, I almost walked away without it, but this silly comment pushed me back to get it. I mean what kind of Stein would I be if I passed up a bonesaw? lol Not as fancy as a 19th century osteotome, but still pretty sick.
It's sunday my dudes. Time for a weekly dose of dragit.
“You actually want to know?”
“Yeah. We've known each other for over a decade and I thought I knew everything there was to know about you. But it seems I've been proven wrong, you're still managing to surprise me. Perhaps it was foolish of me to think you could ever truly know a person like that. To know something is to solidify it, and people rarely ever truly stagnate like that. There's always some change, some growth happening.”
Stein got to philosophizing here, and by Stein I mean me, I got to philosophizing.
Tagging @cannibal-nightmares @chickycherrycola and @takeyourcyanide if yall want
I expect the thought to eventually go away entirely, assuming it to be more of an intrusive thought than any real desire. But it's been a week and the thought is still returning regularly, and not just at night when she's in makeup and dresses. The thought returns on my walk to work, when I'm alone in the lab and my focus drifts, when I see him at work in the teachers lounge and he's tentatively sipping his coffee to prevent burning his tongue.
It doesn't go away and so I wonder...
I release the smoke held in my lungs when the thought returns again. I lean forward to my computer, closing what I had been working on to open the browser. The cursor blinks at me as I stare, searching my mind for what might provide any perspective.
Tagging @chickycherrycola @marshofsleep @cannibal-nightmares and @puppys-teeth <3
