quick, kiss me before they walk over here.
[ 𑁍 ] AW YES... THE INFAMOUS DISTRACTING THE PUBLIC EYE WITH PDA… ivy almost coughs up a mockingly, what will the tabloids think, but she knows better. there’s a smile that forms just as the frantic statement was breathed, terrible masking of obscene intent just below the surface; if it weren’t for wandering those shimmering neon--green eyes perhaps she might've hid it well. “ you don’t have to tell me.. “ sentence muted to in.. a liplock. there’s another grin in there, as usual toxin & highly addictive pheromones is pulled from brims; an interference with her enjoyment of this is… how do we say, frowned upon by the general public. a pretty thing wilting goes against her own moral standing. at the moment anyway. and for what it's worth, she does enjoy this. mj is soft in the way a bunny is before it's snapped beneath the jaws of a wolf, or a baby pigeon in a hawks claw. metaphoric in the way that.. she truly shouldn't be touching her anywhere else or she might find ways to break her.. but she's dying to. a hand finds a throat; a nice show of force, but it’s gentle in the way manicure glides across skin but doesn’t dare to puncture… “ ————twice. “ thumb so carefully wipes the remnants of lipgloss smudges upon recipient's delicate pout.
