⋆ ; “ ᴍᴀʀᴀᴏɴ ”

A gentle smile crossed his lips and his hands rested comfortably against the small of her back, “When you just disappeared.. heh- well, I wasn’t a pretty sight, Kimball never told me she was taking you out scouting.”

          Nuzzling affectionately to his shoulder, Simmons hugs the ex      freelancer more tightly as she listens to him speak, a small pout of a      frown tugging at her lips. "I'm sorry, Wash. I would have said      something, but I assumed she let you know." The redhead pulls      back slightly to meet his gaze, lifting a hand to rest it lightly against his      cheek. "You didn't hurt anyone, did you?" She teases--though she      might be slightly serious.

// OR a really terrifying encounter w/ maine idk i just need my otps in fucked up situations

Send 'kiss' + "someones url" and I'll kiss whoever they are.