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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘃

before falling asleep himself rafe got the chance to see lilith's room for the first time in ambient light, gentle he rested her on her pillow. hints of things she adores, cherishes, and admires are all over this room.

her books in her little library, the stack right beside her bed, a mini stack on her bedside table.

avid reader, a little altar with crystals and these decks rafe glanced at with immediate interest. as he shuffle a deck that laid open what dropped was the devil card. searching for the guidebook he reads how his addictions are shifting something in him. the hold can be removed only if he's willing to put in the effort.

lilith has a journal open on her desk with her laptop on that same k drama rafe is watching with his sisters. the smile on his face would blind anyone.

pictures of her family, one of what looks to be her mom, making a mental note take more photos with my girlfriend.

lilith's closet and bathroom show him she's tidy as can be, style eclectic no set 'aesthetic'.

rubbing his face he feels the seep of sleep to pull him into a dreamland where everything was the way it was before his relapse. stripping he crawls back into her bed lifting the sheets to drape on their bodies.   

rafe pulls lilith taut to his body he'd be in perpetual hell fire without her.

"i love you lili" rafe vocals gruff but the last spoken notes in the room full of fictional ideals of how a man should treat a woman.

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as the night turns lilith jolts awake she's almost hyperventilating the dream was to real.

rafe is awoken by her "it was just a dream" he spoke into the quick dawn like he'd lose her all over again. those two weeks torture. he missed everything about her the way she'd double check if he won't fall asleep at the wheel from the cove, how she's sneak a chapter in on a drive home with rafe, how lilith would nudge him every time he'd make that face she loved. running her hands in his hair any chance she can. lilith couldn't get enough of him up until his relapse but in the back of her mind lurks the girl whispering that this might turn toxic soon.

"are you okay now?" rafe spoke, lilith breathes as she answers him "mmhmm" stretching he pulls her closer as he looks in her eyes as the moonlight shines in the space of the room.

he kisses her trying to tell her the words he can't say aloud. it's passionate to tell her that he's alive with her in his arms. rafe wants to further explore this girl he's fell for so he begins to kiss her neck, then her chest he slowly begins to unbutton her pajamas. she doesn't protest lilith allows whatever's gonna happen to continue due to the fact that she missed rafe's touch.

in the span of their relationship he has touched her where ryder couldn't, rafe has made her feel indescribable.

rafe's lips rough as he sucks, bites and pulls her nipples to where he loves them.

lilith moans like a slow breathe keeping the level of her vocals low. to not wake everyone in her home. rafe maneuvers to where lilith giggles her favorite erogenous zone her hips. the lightest touch their tickles her skin so much so she curls up.

kissing the two hips moving his head back and forth, which makes her smile at him, she looks at him as he makes his descent to where craving his tongue never ceases.