"things you said after you kissed me" -itsoldpaul
send me a ship and one of these and i’ll write a mini fic
14. Things you said after you kissed me
She’d kept her eyes closed, even after her fuller lips parted from his and she had to harbor the lower in the shelter of gingerly bitten teeth. The focus of his eyes was burning into her, and even when Camille could muster courage enough to will hers open, they were downcast, swept over with shy lashes and over warming cheeks.
She could feel a finger lifting her chin, and feebly, Camille attempted shrug away. But that calloused pad eased her with a tender insistence, and she was forced to hold her breath for the plunge that was meeting that pale stare.
Paul smiled, and Camille’s brow curved in a confusion no less than infantile. The warmth of her eyes was curved, and looking to the cooler hue of his in bashfulness, a bashfulness that was boiling over quickly.
“What!” She whined. He didn’t answer; he only smiled--knowingly, and with some validation lost on her, he smiled, “What! Stoooooppp! Quiiiit!” She whined again.
The rumble of his chuckle threw her into a huff, and she smacked his wrist away with a tap, “I ha--I knew I shouldn’a neva kissed on yo’ playboy ass! Stupid--lea’me ‘lone an’ get out ma way!”
