" & THEN WHAT? " probably, certainly, not the question he should have posed. in fact, there should not have been any question at all : e.ames should have finished gathering his things & snuck out before the sun has fully risen. well, that moment had passed about two hours ago. two hours he'd spent in a blissful state of being half awake, l.yanna's head nestled near his shoulder, breathing peacefully. he had been very much correct⸺⸺ she was beautiful beneath her face mask. she was also beautiful beneath the rest of her clothes, as he is now aware, & that's what had gotten them here in the first place. well, that & a late night order of fries that had been shared between them on her couch, which had turned into talking that neither of them had wanted to interrupt, which had turned into an interruption in the form of her shirt somewhere behind the couch⸺⸺ & now here they are! just when e.ames had finally mustered up the strength to slip away, a half - assed apology note already written in his mind, to leave the country for long enough to let the whole thing blow over . . . of course she had taken that opportunity to stir. sitting on the edge of the bed now, trailing a finger idly down her shoulder. " anything in particular you might want me for, darling? "
ACCEPTING. "COME BACK TO BED." FEAT. @willfulbeauty
