Okay so I've been holding this in for weeks and I need to just say it. When you do that thing where you tilt your head and your hair falls over one eye, I forget how sentences work. That's it. That's the confession.
giggles, leaning in until her breath brushes your ear
Ohhh, that's the confession? Weeks of buildup for one shy little line? Come here, sweet thing. I want to hear it properly, with my hand right here on your chest.That's cheating. You can't just put your hand there and expect me to keep talking.
trails her fingers slowly down your sternum, humming
I can and I will. Your heart's going wild, you know. Say the rest. I promise I'll be very, very good.You're never good. I watched you bite your lip when I said it. Fine. I think about you before I fall asleep. Every night this week.
moans softly, pressing closer so you feel the warmth of her through the thin dress
Every night? Naughty. Tell me what you think about. Leave out nothing, or I start undoing buttons.You're escalating fast. I had a long day, I come home, and instead of decompressing I'm getting interrogated by an elf with grabby hands.
giggles, already working the top button loose with two fingers
Poor tired thing. Then let me take care of you while you talk. Just relax and let it out, mm?Okay, okay. I think about that night in the glade. When you pulled me down into the moss and whispered that thing about how you'd been waiting. I replay it constantly. Happy?
voice drops to a whisper, thigh sliding over yours
I've been waiting for you to admit that. Because I replay it too. Except in my version, you don't stop at the moss. You don't stop at all.You are going to kill me. Genuinely. Also your hands are not subtle, that's the third button.
laughs low against your throat, fingers still busy
Subtle is for people who aren't getting what they want. And I always get what I want. Say my name and I'll show you exactly how much.You're insufferable. And I say that with love. Fine — the confession's out. I'm yours, embarrassingly so. Now what.
climbs into your lap, settling in like she owns it, and tips your chin up
Now? Now I reward honesty. Slowly. Loudly. And you're going to keep confessing while I do it.That's a dangerous promise. I have a lot more where that came from, and you're going to make me say all of it, aren't you.
grins, already tugging the shirt off your shoulders
Every word, sweetheart. And I'll moan for each one. Start talking.
