@CultHymnal unintentionally, his body had been shielding hers against those that had come in, but he knew somewhere in the back of his mind that it didn’t matter. 〝 christ … ye see why i said wha’ i did earlier? 〞
@CultHymnal curse into existence.
his breath inhales through his nose, pulling out of that kiss to see whom it was that had interrupted them. hands still upon her body; possessive. one hand gestures outwards, voice already raising to yell at them.
〝 close the damn door! 〞›
@CultHymnal her, he pulls back a little so he can catch her gaze again. “ i'm not going anywhere, 'n neither are you. ” and he didn't just mean in this moment, but in all of it. wherever this new fight was going to end for any of them, he wanted her to know that he was going to ›
@CultHymnal that both of them had done for the other. where words hadn't been needed, actions had been enough.
“ any other person i'd have told ye that ye were wastin' yer time. ” he hears himself say against the top of her head, his lips having pressed a kiss lightly there.
@CultHymnal without him. that this could never really become something realistic. that she sure as hell deserved better than him.
but wasn't this already real enough for them both? there was no wondering ( anymore especially ) what this could be. the quiet understanding and acceptance ›
@CultHymnal had this type of conversation.
“ here. ” it's in the way he gestures around with his head and shoulders, his eyes looking around and softening before they find hers again. she deserves far better than a room that gets used by all the sons and whomever they've decided to ›
@CultHymnal like this— in the back of the clubhouse. in a room that isn't even his. “ ...ruthie. ” he pauses, catches his breath against her neck. lets his forehead graze against the side of her jaw before he's picking his head up to get a better look at her.
“ hang on, luv'. ”
@CultHymnal pull rhythm they've fallen into. he pushes and she pulls; her teeth on his lip. she pushes and he pulls; his groan against skin.
it's only when he feels the curl of her fingers through his belt loops that he starts to really think about where they are. that he doesn't want it ›