#mrxaviier

[lcnelysoul]

mrxaviier

“Hello?! I didn’t want to bother you 2 hours ago but you have been standing there for a long time, it’s 2 A.M and I really need to close the coffee shop. Do you want anything else or can I finally go and pray that I don’t get robbed on my way home?”

[warmhcart-archive]

                                                        INEXPERIENCED  is probably one of the easiest words to apply to maesena.  it was evident the moment even the slightest  IMPLICATION  of something  less  than pure came up in her midst            painting her cheeks  &  throat some  DEEP  red while she  STRUGGLED  &  grasped for words that didn’t seem to be there.  so it’s some  wonder  that she ends up in a  POSITION  like this         body held  tight  against the hard chest of a man who seemed  intent  on leaving her  impossibly  DIZZY.  her lips were the color of  blood,  matching her cheeks to a  tee  as she grips onto him          holding him like he’s the only thing keeping her upright  (  and that might not be so far from the truth  when she thinks about it  ).  her mind  SWIMS,  and all that seems  CLEAR  in an otherwise foggy world is the  burn  of his lips against hers,  palms leaving invisible  marks  on her flesh in whatever  PATH  they travel         the fingers of her left hand curled around the back of his neck while the other  GRIPS  onto his shirt         a small noise  ESCAPING  (  god       the damn  innocence  of it       some desperate  &  confused  whimper  catching in her throat,  entirely unsure of the  WARMTH  spread throughout her body  )  swollen lips.