The Vietnam summers were hot and sticky. He found it hard to breath, almost claustrophobic as he followed his traveling party through the garden of the hotel where he had just arrived hours earlier.
#gingerrose#twitterfic
“I have arranged for us to have a dinner,” Hue said to Armitage. “I think it would be great if you can meet my daughter.”
Armitage opened his mouth, but the words couldn’t roll off his tongue. He glanced at the disappointing look his father gave him.
Her kisses were like the sweet persimmon jam his mother would make on the cold fall evenings after a light rain. They were soft and mellow, at first, but the nip of his lower lip, a invitation for more reminded him of the spice that chased every honeyed bite. #vss365#gingerrose
Hux looked at his girlfriend, aghast at the mere suggestion that, “...this? Frockling in pumpkin fields? Do I look Irish to you?”
“Kind of... yeah, you do actually,” she said, grinning, “Now let’s go find ourselves a pumpkin, my very British definitely not Irish boyfriend.”
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“I... don’t see the purpose of going to,” Hux glanced a group of kids running with mild distain, “a pumpkin patch.”
Rose laughed, pulling him closer with with gloved hand, “It’s traditional to do it, silly. Besides isn’t this a British tradition?” 1/2
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“I don’t get why people enjoy giving #head. It’s ... it’s... I don’t know how to say it,” she paused, sucked her teeth, and sighed, “It’s fucking exhausting.”
“Does he go down on you?”
“Does he? My clit wants to hide whenever he says ‘hello’,” she groaned.
#vss365#nsfw