You said the most fitting word for this, you know.
[ She smiles. It is nice, seeing little bits and pieces of him like this. Whether it's telling her the truth, leaving his mask down, doing things with her he wouldn't do with others...yeah. She's all sorts of happy. If all those emotions radiating off of her aren't making her glow, it's a miracle. ]
It's...fate.
[ And if ever there was something she was never afraid to admit to being in love with, it was that.
Her smile disappears with a gasp, only because he's shocking her with his sudden boldness. Her heart hammers faster. He's so warm. Is he brimming with desire while tucked away in the garage, just like she is here in his arms? She doesn't manage another word, just a squeak as he nears. Another squeak follows when his mouth presses against hers, then one second, two, and she melts against him. Yes. A detour would be good. Just a small one.
Her hands slide to his shoulders to grasp him there as she deepens the kiss, easing her tongue past his lips. He's sweet. Butterscotch lingers on his tongue. She missed this. Missed him. He was no longer trapped in her memories, and now, she could make more with him.
For granting her this? He could detour her for as long as he wanted, now and in the future. ]
aw dang! if you ever need me to delete something so you can edit just lmk!
[ She smiles. It is nice, seeing little bits and pieces of him like this. Whether it's telling her the truth, leaving his mask down, doing things with her he wouldn't do with others...yeah. She's all sorts of happy. If all those emotions radiating off of her aren't making her glow, it's a miracle. ]
It's...fate.
[ And if ever there was something she was never afraid to admit to being in love with, it was that.
Her smile disappears with a gasp, only because he's shocking her with his sudden boldness. Her heart hammers faster. He's so warm. Is he brimming with desire while tucked away in the garage, just like she is here in his arms? She doesn't manage another word, just a squeak as he nears. Another squeak follows when his mouth presses against hers, then one second, two, and she melts against him. Yes. A detour would be good. Just a small one.
Her hands slide to his shoulders to grasp him there as she deepens the kiss, easing her tongue past his lips. He's sweet. Butterscotch lingers on his tongue. She missed this. Missed him. He was no longer trapped in her memories, and now, she could make more with him.
For granting her this? He could detour her for as long as he wanted, now and in the future. ]