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[spitfyred]

@pleasurefed liked for a starter

          madailein cussed, coffee spilling over and on to her pants. glancing at the laundry room door briefly, the fae rolled her eyes before unbuttoning her pants and shimmying them down. this was a great start to her first night in the new apartment building. long pale legs erupted in goosebumps, mads huffing in annoyance as she shoved her laundry in and started the machine. it was loud, but not so loud that her immortal ears couldn’t catch the beep of the card swipe lock being used to enter the laundry room. tugging her shirt down a bit, she attempted to cover her butt before her new neighbor got introduced. 

[brnger]

Send 💓 for a heated kiss.

          there’s   the   passionate   drive  ,     the   fire   that   kept   his   heart   burning   ----   FUELLING   HIS   BODY   LIKE   ELECTRIC   IN   HIS   VEINS .     she’d   be   able   to   feel   that .      she’d   be   able   to   feel   it   all   as   though   the   distraction   was   a   buffer   to   his   fury   rather   than   absorbent .     he   leaned   in  ,     hands   grasping   tight   upon   either   side   of   her   waist .     and   as   he   kisses   her  ,     a   wide   grin   is   plastered   on   his   expression   ------    taught   lips   and   sharp   teeth . 

           a   wall   behind   her   blocks   movement  ,     but   there’s   no   disappointment   in  it .     THE   KISS   ONLY   DEEPENS .     he   catches   her   bottom   lip   between   his   teeth   and   tugs   it   softly  ,     as   though   demanding   more  ,     as   though   hungry .      the   fire   can’t   ever   be   tamed  ,     everyone   should   know   that .

[brnger]

NASRIN DAS .       ❝     be   our   fire   and   our   sweetness .

She hadn’t noticed it at first, just a sprig of green suspended on a piece of twine from a wooden ceiling beam. It wasn’t until his proximity to her made her throat thick and her lungs heavy that she became more aware of their surroundings. It was mistletoe, an age old custom that brought a smile to her face, something warm and familiar slowly proliferating through her. Nasrin stepped closer to her love, fingertips gentle on his cheek as she leaned into him, not tall enough to claim his lips without him leaning down for her. She waited for his attention, patient, pressing lips soft against his jaw. She held herself against him, her own cheek against his dark stubble, another kiss chaste against the side of his mouth before her lips hovered over his own, parted, anticipatory.

        He felt so good against her that she wanted to pull him around herself somehow, to wrap herself up in him and breathe him in. Something about the way he smelled made her ache with a fierceness that should have scared her, but didn’t. She claimed his mouth slowly, gently, tongue a plaintive appeal against his lip.

         he   can   feel   her   breath   against   his   lips  ,     hot   and   heady .      he   was   never   much   one   for   tradition  ,      especially   not   of   that   celebrating   a   past   plagued   with   pains .     but   there   were   some   things   that   he   enjoyed  ,      some   things   that   humanity   had   created .    in   some   ways   it   was   blasphemous  ,     and   he   took   pleasure   in   participating .     the   mistletoe   wasn’t   his   idea  ,      though  -----------------------      somebody   else   had   put   it   there .      he   doesn’t   waste   time   before   returning   the   kiss   with   a   smirk   plastered   upon   his   lips   and   a   laugh   threatening   to   spill   from   his   lungs .

      no   breath   is   dissipated   on   speech .     instead  ,      he   leans   a   little   further     (   a   little   closer   )     and   a   single   hand   finds   its   way   to   rest   against   the   small   of   her   back .     there’s   nothing   needy   about   his   actions  ,     nothing   desperate   in   his   movements  ,      but   there   lies   a   thrill .     AS   THOUGH   CLAIMING   WITH   BOTH   HANDS   SOMETHING   HE   KNOWS   HE   SHOULDN’T .     confidence   radiates  ,      even   as   he   meets   her   tongue   with   his   own .      he   doesn’t   pull   away  ,      not   yet  ,      not   when   he’s   having   so   much   fun .