KISS HIM, SHE THINKS / IT’S NOT A BAD IDEA, SHE THINKS. in this moment, she very well could, given how close he was to her — but with the way he’s spent the majority of her lesson looking at her like she was the only thing in existence and with the way she’s spent the majority of her lesson settling off the fluttering in her chest and the warmth spreading from her cheeks to even her ears in order to do right by him by staying focused, there’s a small bit of her that’s seeking out at least a teeny bit of retribution.
❛ congratulations ! you get passing marks for that one — and you even got bonus marks for how cute you looked while you were saying it. ❜ despite her plan, she can’t help but lean into the strength of his arm as it reaches a bit around her, the hand once holding his palm against her throat now supporting him from underneath. a few little petals fall and what remains is revealed to be something far more playful than either of them might have expected to come out of a small, most definitely impromptu french lesson, given the curious shimmer in her eyes.
❛ here — how ‘bout i cut you a deal ? if you can say please, like i taught you the other day, i’ll kiss you not only once, but twice. ❜ the truth be told, she can’t help but smirk. and how could she not ? even though he’s so close, even though she’s probably as eager as he is to get what he wants, there’s no harm in savoring the way he watches her for just a little bit longer.
❛ to be fair, that one’s pretty easy. ❜ the truth begs to differ. / @yoginai . ♡
they speak their love into existence, fit it into the gaps of their proximity. he combs his hand through her hair and finds it tangled along with his fingers among the strands, fiery and red, and as blindingly vibrant as she is. it ignites the sparks flitting under his fingertips as they feather over her skin, her shoulder, her arm, the gentle curve of her waist to nestle at the small of her back. ( the game they play is precarious, but she’s long picked up on his propensity for taking risks. ) she occupies the scope of his affections, and all the while he’s buoyed by the giggles that bubble past the pillow of her lips.
“ hm, a deal? ” he hums before testing the waters. “ sounds too good to be true. you promise? but how do i know? how can i make sure you’ll keep it? ” smiling, he dares to press his mouth to her cheek, her jaw, draws across the bridge of her nose and down the same way. when he speaks, his words come in breaths, and he leaves them to flutter over the hollow of her neck where his longings lie. “ you shouldn’t underestimate my progress. ”
