"just go with it," she whispers, low and soft into his ear. it's a fleeting, dancing bite, sharp-edged, sultry, heated & filled with devilry. her long nails teasingly drag along the edge of his jaw as she grins & bites down upon her lip. her other hand grasps his shoulder & pulls him in & her lips rapidly hover over his. daring, desperate, hungering. without a second more of warning, her lips press upon his, tongue gliding across. she kisses him until she's gasping for air. "now be normal."
⋆ — He tips his chin up for her, grinning as her sharp nails trace the line of bone in his jaw. She has several inches on him even without the heels, and frankly Ezreal feels bad for all the guys who are too proud to ever look up to a woman—because the view is breathtaking. His palms follow the curve of Cherry's back to her tailbone, and his lashes lower like he's the coy one.
Ezreal waits as she leans in, feet flat on the floor even when he wants to rise up on his toes and close the distance, more obedient than one would think possible of someone like him. Still, he sighs in relief when Cherry kisses him at last, lips parting to welcome hers. She kisses well, and Ezreal finally lifts onto his tiptoes, pressing up into her lips and tugging her against him.
"Cherry," he murmurs as chemistry explodes between them—something far beyond words, and Ezreal can taste the gloss on her lips in the moments before she pulls away. Ezreal's teeth drag on her lip as they pull away, and it takes a moment for him to drag his eyes away from her. "Normal?" He grins. "After that? I can try, but I don't usually aim for ordinary." The way Ezreal's eyes trail back down to Cherry's mouth betrays his line of thought. "And something tells me that you don't, either."
