ASK REPLY (sleepy sex) nsfw?
ghoulofrebels It was the end of the day and Ronald had found himself in Touka's bed once again. He was almost sure she had been joking about inviting him over, but what did it matter now that he was here? And besides, she had welcomed him quite well... It was a few laughs at first, though they soon became innocent, stolen kisses that escalated quite quickly, until now they were suddenly here, where she had been sitting on his lap until he fell back, refusing to return her lips to her as he ran his fingers through her deeply violet hair. But then they parted, and by God was she a sight when she looked down to him--as if she were some goddess of the moon, with the way in tangled through her dark locks and gleamed within her eyes. "Bloo'y hell, you're beautiful," he whispered against the glowing ivory air. There were words upon the tip of his tongue, but God bless the heart of Young Death. His stomach softly rose and fell against hers, hindered in slight by her weight, but it wasn't so bad. Ronald's touch was at the small of her back now, a gentle smile upon his lips, lightly intoxicated, but not at all from drink. "So..." the low purr of his voice permeated the twilight's hush, "Ra'ver nice night, dontcha fink?"
