Jun 8, 2015
He pulled back, then, to say something about how she was perfectly fine if she could manage pinch him so hard, but it died on his lips and he couldn't finish pulling away. His chest was aching and fluttering at the same time, and she was right there and she was all right, and there was a moment, however fleeting, when his nose brushed against hers and he didn't really care that her hair was damp with sweat or that her lips were chapped. He only thought one thing, and that was that kissing her would be a good idea.
Took a break from working on something to doodle a thing from snapdreygon‘s birthday ficlet for me. :’D