++ further, more. . . physical. but that is a matter of the future.
now, she just wants this to last for a little longer. . . until they have to part for good; and by for good, she meant a few minutes.
the air surrounding them grows hotter and hotter as their kiss persist, their tongues dancing with each other in desperate tandem. she has been wanting this for a while, to have their bodies entangled as they share kisses and hushed affection, and perhaps something ++
her hands gripping his coat only made things more intense because now he couldn’t stop chuckling as their lips danced and slammed against one another repeatedly.
through the unbearable amount of pain, she manages to whine out a few words. “nooooooo, i swear. it’s so much worse.”
and it IS worse, given the tight clutch of her arms around her own stomach, beads of sweat drenching her forehead.
++
++ none other.
maybe she has been thinking too much into this. yeah, that must be it.
“anywayyyy, we should almost be there. gotta get N.A.N.A to check up on you real quick, and done .ᐟ“
“i see. . . at least you’re holding up quite well, all things considered.”
her voice is so tiny, it is barely audible within the ever-robust academy. many within this place would understand the sentiment quite well, being scholars with grand projects and passion like ++
++ pushing him towards the nearest wall before pressing her body against his. if this is the game that rover would like to play. . . she’s more than happy to play along with much enthusiasm.
“rover—— .ᐟ“
whatever thoughts that was in her head instantly evaporate the moment their lips find each other again, this time in a more passionate kiss. amidst the fire of it, lynae finds some strength within her to grab fistfuls of his uniform coat, ++
Rover could feel himself quickly losing oxygen between the kiss; he had spoken too much that he had forgotten to take a breath !
His eyes widening as he looked down at Lynae while she kissed him, his hand softly tapping her shoulder as he pulled away for a moment
( + )
“uuuuu, denia. . . ❓”
lynae questions while purple eyes peering up from where she is, which is. . . the floor, while curling up like a cooked shrimp.
“i think i fucked up. . .”
she should be at least a little annoyed, yet what lynae is feeling from the sudden contact is. . . fondness. comforted. weak. all in the best way possible.
“ugh, i’m being serious .ᐟ“ she tries to retaliate, yet makes no move to push his hand away until ++
no worries , he doesn’t take her tone any sort of way . in fact he’s touched that she cares ! a smile on his face as he ruffles up her hair casually . roccia would always pout when he did it to her .
“ awww , my sweet little lynae ! ”