just wanna let u know that im waiting for the second chapter of the consequential discovery like my life depends on it
rkjgnjkghkjsdhk really?????????? that is... that is such a wonderful thing to hear LOL. i’m glad you’re waiting for it and i promise i have some of it done, i’m gonna try to finish it next week since that’s my spring break! if it’s any consolation, have a snippet!
“We’re here now,” he states, tilting his head to the side. “Feeling better?”
You nod, allowing your hands to rest at his shoulders and reply, “It’s warmer here, so I ‘preciate that loads.” You take a moment to ponder your next words, looking behind him at the bare white walls though you notice the dance major banner in the bright gold letters.
He coaxes you, digging his fingertips into your side and almost eliciting a yelp (rather he gets a small twitch). You pout at him in response. He smiles widely and asks, “Cat got your tongue?”
“No, I was just thinking…” you answer, feeling secure as his arms get a little tighter once you sway just a bit.
He raises a brow at you as if to say, ‘of?’
“Well, you said to come back here, so what do you want to do?” you say as your hands move to stroke his soft, dark locks. Each tendril softly bounces back to its original position, and still you relish in the lushness. It’s basically what you pictured in your mind. Everything that was happening was something that you pictured in some respect. The touch of his skin on your waist, the smile he’s giving you, and the look that speaks more volumes that he’s actually letting on.
He bites his lip, dodging your burning gaze as his own tipsy resolve weakens just a bit.
“Has the cat got your tongue, Park?” His cheeks burn deeper in rouge, and you can’t help but laugh just a little. “Well, I had a few ideas.”
Before he can make a response, you push him back onto the bed and lean your body precariously over his. Only your own arms keeping you from completing resting on his chest, though you can feel your elbow quiver slightly from the graze between his crotch and your jeans. You remain hovering as a smirk deepens on your lips, a newfound resolve kicking in between the haze floating around your current one track mind.
“I’m gonna be honest,” you say softly.
He laughs and tilts his head at you, “When aren’t you?”
“Hush,” you say, lowering your visage closer to his by a bare centimeter. “I just wanted to say that you look really fuckin’ hot right now.”
