"Moonshine sounds lovely right now."
"Then it's your lucky day, I'm right here baby."
"No, silly. I want the real stuff, alcohol, absolutely not you."
PSA
I barely know anything about ESC, even though I'm from Europe and has watched ever since I can...
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VALENCIA DE LÉON
As the sun's rays dance through the window I feel myself start to wake up. The light almost blinding me to the point where I turn my head into my firm and masculine smelling pillow?
Still not entirely awake I shake the thought out of my head and go to shuffle my body away from the sun to continue my sweet sleep...
Or that is until the arm around my waist and the legs that have tangled themselves into mine keep me locked in place.
Suddenly I'm really awake, all my senses coming alive as I smell the familiar cologne that makes me feel safe and at home. I open my eyes and look down to their arm that's locked around my waist. The first thing I notice is the rings covering the fingers, the cold metal at the exposed skin on my waist where my shirt has ridden up.
I hold my breath, afraid that one move will make him wake up. I trace the ink drawings on his arm, squinting at the details. I finally let myself take a deep breath, I angle my head up and am met with a heavenly sight.
I unconsciously bite my lip as I watch his chest raise at a steady pace, I raise my sight to his face and I can't help but awe at him.
His pink lips slightly parted, his sharp jaw that had only minutes ago been leaned on top of my head now relaxed. His eyelashes long enough to touch his prominent cheekbones, his eyeliner a bit smudged from the previous night
Remembering last night's event I smile to myself, how we had managed to hide from the night guards by me basically tackling him into my room as soon as we'd entered the corridor - out of sight from the guard.
Apparently we must have fallen asleep while waiting for the coast to be clear. Not that I really minded.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." A raspy voice calls out and a coat of deep red blush almost immediately covers my cheeks.
"Good morning to you too." I muse, I pull my hand back to stop tracing his tattoo - but when I do, he glares at me through squinting eyes.
Turning his face to mine, only centimeters apart, he puts my hand back on his arm. He looks right into my eyes, dark brown meet green ones and I'm immediately stunned by them.
"Don't stop." He mumbles, before closing his eyes again, this time nuzzling his head into my hair. Soft breaths escaping his lips while his hand starts to trace circles on my waist - creating a series of goosebumps. I shiver against his calloused hand and I watch his lips curl into a smile as he notices.
I roll my eyes, still flustered, but a feeling of confidence rushes through me. Instead of going back to trace his tattoos I lift my hand to his face.
I brush a piece of brown hair away that has fallen. He sucks in a breath. As if my hand have a life of its own it starts to trace his sharp facial features. Going over his nose, following his jawline and cheeks, tracing over his eyebrows and back to his nose.
