Jan 19, 2015
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❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?
The second place being collarbone, albeit treading the thin line of ticklish and sensitive. It would honestly have to depend on how well the other person's actions would be?
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❤
❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?
The second place being collarbone, albeit treading the thin line of ticklish and sensitive. It would honestly have to depend on how well the other person's actions would be?
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4. Cheek Kiss.
{ ☩ }—; He's acting out because of the fucking situation and he knows it. She fucking knows it. The whole damn world knows it. Just because they were thrown into this tiny, cramped room by the police because of a fucking misunderstanding didn't give warrant for shit.
He's moving closer to her, bodies pressing against one another and she's trying her best to keep him at bay because what the ever living fuck? This guy had tried to hurt her before, slice her, if not torture her already and let's not forget the fact he can burn everything within seconds because of his toddler rage. Fuck. His visage is pressing close, she can feel his breath on her skin, warm and not helping in this situation they were in with heat. "Would you--Could you--You wanna fucking back up a bit, Brat?" It's a useless request because she knows why he's doing this. Pressing all the buttons and stepping on all the nerves. Fuck this.
There's hardly space for her to turn her head away from his looming face, so instead she makes to push his face away and slide away from him. Instead, he pulls her against him (as if he fucking needed to; by now they were glued to one another) while she manages to push his face to turn left and suddenly her lips are against his cheek, well enough to feel that bone. A muffled 'fuck' could be heard against his skin before she attempts to wiggle out and away in this fucking room.