` I WANT THE K // @malfabulae sent: 'i,, want the k.' from your fave ( maybe ) verona. 6: Gentle Peck
Trepidation - inhibitions weren’t chains he had any intention of growing acquainted with, want peppered with reasonable caution was enough to compel him into attaining his comforts and scarce vices in spite of what might ail him for a moment. Of course, there were prizes one could not afford due to the longevity of their punishments, but he doubted such would apply in this scenario.
It wasn’t a composure-esvicesrating urge, but more of a suggestion in faint form, perhaps a murmur that would lament were it not followed through. An inclination, that would be the word, not unlike what tells him to brush the straying tress of blonde hair from her face.
Which he does. It’s brief and subtle, and quickly forgotten as his hand comes back to her side in the customary sway of theirs, accompanied by idle and sometimes prying conversation until it all recedes into a finishing stop that lingers a second or a few. ❝ To my great grief I do have certain things I must tend to today. ❞ A sigh as he disentangles himself from the position, smoothing his clothes with a pat or two, body ready to part ways before he pauses in consideration, and then another beat before he leans forward, pressing a light ghostly peck on the corner of her mouth, as if promising more with little. ❝ I do hope to see you tomorrow. ❞
