Start a rumor about my character in the askbox.

     "Blonde girl? You must be speaking of Riku. Allow me to clear the air; Ri is a rather innocent young lady and very modest. The worst we've ever done is pecks, and that is my doing entirely. I ambush her, as she says." An amused smile.

Start a rumor about my character in the askbox.

     "Mmmm, I wonder who started that rumor, eh? Perhaps someone who's thought such of me only to be disappointed when I desired to not give them the time of their life?" Amusement weighs heavily in the tone of the author's chuckle, brushing aside locks of black. 

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13. Trailing kisses from stomach to mouth.

     Thank whatever deity there is that it's dark. It means she can't see the heat in his face. Usually one to not blush at all, things were different. He was touching forbidden flesh; his best friend for how many years?

     Fingers have a death grip on the pale blue shirt, punching it up and pushing it just below the wires of her breast. Tiers press gently along pallid flesh, making a beeline upwards. When face reaches the start of breast, the author opts for pressing lips up her side and along the back of her shoulder, never once touching the blonde's chest.

     From there, lips trail along the conjunction of shoulder and neck, grazing upwards along throat. Over jaw, along cheek until finally reaching the corner of her lips. With a gentle peck to the flesh between nose and upper lip, there's a soft hum of appreciation.

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5. Just sitting there.

     It was rather dark, almost hard to see in the confined space. It takes several moments for optics to adjust, but when they do the author glances towards the other at his side. Knees are pressed to her chest, shoulder pressed against his own. Well, more so his side for he's much taller than she.

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