• ‘round the fabric of taut shirt as lips
hovered just above his own. )
they entail me, you . . . preferably
without these clothes on, ﹠ your
beautiful face all flushed as I take
the great pleasure of leaving you
speechless which is quite
difficult to do most days.
hm . . . let’s see . . .
( eloquent voice tapered with a
twinge of amusement laced along
mottled features. brows knit, love -
struck eyes glazing over with alex
perfectly framed inside the depth
of expanding pupils. gradually, he
began to lean closer ╱ a fist
gently curling •
(ㅤcanines flash with the sheer expansion of grin, upper brim framing slope of thumb with another devilish peck before straying once more.ㅤ)
keep callin' parts of me pretty and you'll run into other problems, baby.
(ㅤbreath of a chuckle, ×
“I fell in love with a person, who happens to be a man, and that man happens to be a prince. He has captured my heart and made my life immeasurably better.”
as if I don’t fantasize about our
reunion the 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 we’re forced
to part.
( the tiniest flicker of an open -
mouthed smile as lids lower so
further inspect the familiar
pressure of full lips to finger. )
who would have thought I’d ever
hear those words come out of •
(ㅤlength of lashes flutter pleasantly with promising touch, craning to press lips against awaiting fingerpads.ㅤ)
you make it so hard to stay away for any period of time — you know that, right ,ᐣ (ㅤmurmured against print, hues glimmeringㅤ)
( already scooting closer, tip of index
playfully prodding at the edge of lover’s
lower lip with a smile. )
then perhaps you should indulge
. . . because I was just thinking that
* 𝘢𝘭𝘭 of you looks bite - worthy.
(ㅤHAPPILY occupying the space beside the prince, grin vibrant.ㅤ)
already ahead of you, babe. your beauty mark is lookin' extra biteable today, by the way.
if you truly believe that’s where we’re
headed, I’ll choose to believe it with
you. don’t forget your candelabra ﹠
flowing nightgown while you’re
at it.
[ … ] look at you, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 things.
for once you’re actively choosing to
have a sense of etiquette.
sweetheart, i ain't dying 'till you are. you're stuck with me for life, and even then i'll storm a castle to find you in heaven somewhere.
i'm sure your * equerry could figure it out for you.