@OfSaturnGirl -sight, it seemed she was happy and healthy, which he was thankful for, deep down. He couldn't deny it, not at all. Despite the faked marriage, he cared for her.
@OfSaturnGirl “How are you feeling, Imra?”
He asked, snaking his arm up her back as he felt the warmth and majority of the water fall down her back with ease. Keeping her close, he chose to collide his grey eyes onto her with a thankful smile stretching his lips as he studied her. To his-
@OfSaturnGirl -them both, a onset of good feelings, he knew it.
Holding Imra close, he felt the water run down his back, shoulder then front, despite him drawing Imra closer.
@OfSaturnGirl “No, i'm just me.”
He chuckled softly, drawing her waist in with a tug of his hand, feeling her grip onto his neck. He loved moments like this, the time they got to cherish together as an actual couple.
Despite it being a false marriage, there was feelings developing between-
@OfSaturnGirl - arranged one, Mon-el did hold feelings for Imra, and was continuing to develop them when they crashed back into the time he was forced to flee from.
@OfSaturnGirl - worried she could hurt herself.
“You're perfect.”
He responded, looking towards her as he kept his extended out towards her. It was true, they rarely had time to even fall more in love with one another, despite their marriage being an -
@OfSaturnGirl -a alluring theme. He slowly unfolded a smile as his torso pressed to her bare one, his hands collided by her waist, to remain together in a close way.
“I'd like that, we have time.”
He whispered against her lips, colliding his vision to meet her own.
@OfSaturnGirl As she turned the tables to face him and draw him into her hold, he felt the dainty tips of her nails trail up the top of his spine, causing an inaudible 'hum' to fall from his throat.
Keeping their lips together yet not even touching, he found her approach to be that of-
@OfSaturnGirl -playing the game.”
He mumbled against her back, exploring her soft skin with his lips, dancing them down her spine before colliding up her other shoulder.
@OfSaturnGirl “Bad at the game?”
He whispered along her skin, parting his lips for a moment to capture a real breath, already noticing how he left her breathless. He snaked his hands up her ribs, keeping her close but moving at a slow pace.
“I think you just like teasing me, not-
@OfSaturnGirl “A little slow huh? Well..”
He tugged her waist to draw her to his hips as he held her close, his arms wrapping around her lower stomach as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder, glancing to the water running.
“You always was a little bad at acting.”
He refered to her-
@OfSaturnGirl -a taken back way, before his teeth met his lips. Smart; she was drawing him to her. Did she really just up the game?
Picking the bra up, he tossed it onto the bed before following her into the bathroom, eyeing her figure for a moment, shaking his head with a light-
@OfSaturnGirl -lower lip, shaking his head. Why did he always lose this small game.
“I've always like that set on you.”
He whispered, refering of course to her lingerie. His mind racing into thoughts of course not to be repeated out loud as he pulled himself out of the sweatpants.
@OfSaturnGirl He knew exactly what she was going to do, which is why he kept his back to her. He always lost at their little game and chose to try and beat the system this time.
Oh how that idea failed. He shifted his position to side glance to her frame, smiling with a gentle bite of his-