Highest ranking
#1 in utopia
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"It's about how your hips move," the hand that sits on my waist finds my hip, his fingertips trailing lightly along the fabric of my skirt. "When you arch your spine," he continues on, letting that same hand migrate...
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"Will you bring your books?" I ask Kian, sat with my legs folded on the sofa of his home. My eyes settle on my left leg – beneath the tight fitted pants Mika brought me to wear, the bandages over my wound are obvious, making me look oddly lumpy. My palm runs over the length of it and I wince when a pain twinges across the wound. My index finger it wrapped with a bandage too, one spotted red from when blood has escaped past the sutures, and I study it with intensity.
Two scars in a single day after twenty years of flawless skin. For a moment, I wonder if it will tell of my character like the marks of Kian do – his scars and bruises, tattoos and grazes, all translating a story of the excitement he lives, the adventures he's endured. "I can come back for them. Let's get you out first." He says, splitting my focus.
I hum in understanding. "I'm excited to meet your family." Kian lifts his head to regard me with a soft smile. "Do you think your mother will like me?"
"Yeah, she will." He assures, pulling the blade from beneath his pillow and tucking it in the waistband of his pants.
"And your brother," I prompt, "will he like me too?" He had told me lots of his mother on the days we spoke about such, but his elder brother was a fleeting topic. As I expected, the softness of his features tense, hardening his expression into something of disapproval.
"Probably a little too much." He decides to say, turning to me with a flattened brow of discontent.
It takes me a moment to understand what it is he is suggesting, but then my jaw unhinges in realisation. "He would really take a liking to me? Romantically." Kian nods, throwing a bag of essentials on the floor beneath me before joining me on the sofa. "Well, you need not worry. I love you."
He grins boyishly, leaning forward to allow our lips to meet, his hands quickly finding respite in the loose curls of my hair, mine on the curves of his shoulders. Our lips dally, parting to allow our tongues to meet while he pulls me closer still, fingers tensing along the base of my neck as he grips for support. I pull away, only slightly, regarding him through hooded lids. "I believe it is social etiquette to say it back." I tell him breathlessly.
"Don't you want me to show you instead?" He asks, running a painfully slow hand down the length of my spine, before stilling as it cups my behind.
I roll my eyes, though a grin plays on my lips. "We're running from my rather prestigious - could arrange your arrest - family, Kian. Your physical displays of affection will have to wait." He groans, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips, then another, before letting me go. The pair of us stand and he throws me a large jacket before slinging the handle of the bag over his shoulder. "Do you have everything you need?" I ask him, turning away to lift the drapes and take a moment to watch the night sky.
Sunset has passed, but the sky is not quite dark yet, just hazed with the promise of stars, still clinging to the last rays of light the sun left behind. It sports a moist warmth, and for a moment, I regret putting on the jacket. Though I don't know where it is we are going, and it could be positively freezing there.
