@cravereaper Leaning down, the giant delivers a chaste kiss to one pale cheek.
A massive hand lingers across their back, as if inviting them for more, should they wish it.
his face grows hot with the assertion, and hotter still when he canโt offer up a rebuttal.
โwellโฆI love that, of course. quite a lot. butโฆthereโs alsoโฆthis. this warmth. this side of you I never thought existed when first we met.๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ
another kiss.
โI am so blessed to see it.โ
โwithout a good-bye kiss? so cold.โ
he rests his face against her scalp, a teasing smile on his lips. every breath carries her scent.
โwherever youโre going, hurry back. I need to return the favor and cook YOU something.โ
momentary pause allows her to briefly lean against him, taking in the whisper with a pleased hum of her own. โ didn't think you'd catch me. I was going to leave as soon as I was finished. โ
Itโs everything Potemkin can do not to rip the fabric off of her and ruin it.
His lips are still attached to hers when they burst into his bedroom and fall into the sheets, clothes trailing behind them.
โZarya,โ he whispers. His arms planted to both sides. โHow do you want me?โ
Some time later, Potemkin crashes through the door to his home, stumbling. Zarya is in his massive arms, her lips pressed to his as he carries her to the bedroom.
Itโs been so hot lately that Potemkinโs been having trouble coping, even at night!
Itโs a bit cooler when he sleeps ๐ฃ๐ช๐๐, at the very leastโฆ
Some time later, Potemkin crashes through the door to his home, stumbling. Zarya is in his massive arms, her lips pressed to his as he carries her to the bedroom.
The moon only shines because of the sun near it.
Such is true for the both of them. They, in their own eyes, are granted light by the other.
A pleasant way to be.