masterfulgreen replied to your post “ Kiss Me. ”
" I mean no harm. " Emerald and onyx form is brought to lay upon the stones, belly up, a sweet smile on her face. Inviting. Coaxing. She wants Rock. Needs her.
She finds such words hard to believe...but she decides to allow the other the benefit of the doubt this time: yet she still is cautious. Hands slip into her coat pockets as she steps over and seats herself beside the other now. She isn’t going so far as to LAY with her --- she’s not that trusting of her yet.
❝ . . .very well. ❞













