scaledhit asked: 👀 AGGRESSION // SEXUAL TENSION @scaledhit 👀 // grab my muse’s jaw & direct their gaze towards yours
No one ever pegged her for the stubborn type always expectant for her to be malleable like silk, easy to bend at will, this way, that way, up, and down without protest. But she despite all his vocalization would ignore him --- head turned away, a slight huff leaving her. Even when he reached for her his hand would be swatted ( still gentle ). It came with a purpose she wanted to hide her complexion riddled with bandages hiding away lacerations, bruises peeking from the edges of cotton.
She looked foolish --- ‘come back another day’ she had told him with back facing him and he being intuitive had picked up on odd behavior. Persistent she thought. It was at the sixth try that she let up. Maybe it was that voice ( soothing with a husky timbre it was almost criminal ) --- or the sudden warmth that swept onto her the moment he stepped near. If she dwelled on it, it was actually everything.
A small noise, as hands hefty yet tender when laid upon her skin had moved her and she followed yearning for that touch. She became like silk under him, how ironic. Breath hitched --- eyes met, spectacles were absent and she with an obsidian gaze saw past that gentleness and worry --- he seemed tired. Small within his touch she reached to place a hand at the top of one of his own.
❛ It was carelessness. ❜ Brushing away at the injuries to focus elsewhere. ❛ Are you okay? You seem overworked. ❜
