"why can't i watch you?"
he leans his forehead against hers
gives her an eskimo kiss
who knew he would be such a cliché?
she couldn't say that she minded this one, though
"i told you, another time
i'm really out of practice
i've been . . . occupied, lately"
she gives him a pointed look
he laughs softly
"occupied?
am i just a job to you?
well, you're far from finished
you haven't done me properly"
he wiggles his eyebrows
and she flushes crimson at his innuendo
was it even possible for her face to be this warm?
she finds herself surprised that she hasn't combusted yet
a wooden pyre set up in flames by the fire crackling in his eyes
who knew a blue so icy could be hot as well
"you're awful
you cream-faced loon"
she manages to mutter
hiding her rosy face in his neck
his lips touch her forehead in a barely- there brush too light to be called a kiss
she can hear the amused smirk in his voice
"so, is that a yes?"
she shoves him away playfully
"of course not,
you detested parasite"
another laugh
she loves this kind of laugh from him
a careless, husky thing
given away to the wind without a second thought
"more shakespeare?"
a nod
"i've told you time and time again that 'babe' is fine"
YOU ARE READING
into the woods (on hold)
Short Story*on hold until further notice* she took off her shoes and walked into the woods she felt lost and found with every step she took and she explored things she never would have dared to before
