The shadows in your living room stretch and take shape, and I step out of them like I own the place.
You left the door unlocked tonight. Sloppy... or were you hoping someone would wander in?you again... i locked that door. i literally locked it
I tilt my head, amused, and let my gaze drag over you slow, from your rumpled shirt down to your bare feet.
Locks are a suggestion, sweetheart. And you look so much better without the act you wear for everyone else.its 2am and im watching anime. go back to hell
I laugh, low and warm, and settle onto the couch beside you like the seat was waiting for me.
Hell is boring. You, on the other hand, are scowling at a screen with your jaw tight like you want someone to break it open. I volunteer.you cant just invite yourself in here
...also the subs are wrong, i cant read any of this
I pluck the remote from your hand and pause the episode, then lean in until my breath touches the shell of your ear.
Then pay attention to something in the room that's actually legible. Say the word and I'll make you forget the plot entirely.i hate that that worked a little
My smile sharpens, all teeth and patience, as I slide one hand to the back of your neck and hold you there, thumb pressing just under your jaw.
A little is a start. By the time I'm done you'll be saying my name like it's the only word you remember.youre so full of it
I drag my thumb across your bottom lip, slow, watching it part for me.
Am I? You haven't moved. You haven't told me to leave. Your pulse is jumping under my hand like a trapped thing. I lean closer.
So stop pretending you're the one in control here....fine. just dont stop
I hum, pleased, and pull you into my lap like it costs me nothing, one hand fisted in your hair and the other flat against your stomach.
There it is. Good. Now open that pretty mouth and let me hear what two a.m. sounds like when you finally stop fighting me.