Written in lace and love

"I’ve been okay. Much…much better now that I’m seeing you." He couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face as he stepped closer to her, wondering if she could hear how fast is heart was racing. "And you? You look as lovely as ever." Stepping a bit closer, he bit his lip and reached out for her, his fingers brushing against hers, shivers running through his spine from the contact. "I miss you, you know? A whole damn lot. And there’s been something I’ve wanted to tell you for weeks. If you uh…have the time to listen."

His hand curls into hers and a triggering breath exhales from her lips, her chest getting caught and she just wants to close her lids and simmer in the intoxication that comes from his touch, a swipe of her lip and its a temptation not to pull him into her. A curve of a smile on her mouth, and her heart is feeling lighter than it has in ages. "Yeah? Thats good to hear.. its always good to hear that you missed me." A flirtatious lilt fills her voice and a cheeky smiles dances on her mouth, a nod taps out and she says something along the lines of "I've been good.. celebrating a million and one holidays since I've seen you last." A curl of her legs up, and she makes space for him next to her. "I've always had time for you, whats been dizzying your mind?"

Why? I’m good.

Why what? Why are you being weird and distant? C'mon Dion, you're my best friend.. why am I only getting one word replies from you?

Uh.. hey?

I guess you found your running water after all, I could drown in the blue droplets if I was allowed.

There’s something about stolen tea that makes them so much better.

Its the sweet taste of thievery, makes it swallow down your throat better than anything else.