#belayedeaths.

mirthful chuckle is instantaneously dispersing 'tween their puckered lips, a resolute mein is contorted into unexpected bashfulness; lids are fluttering fleetingly, with hues are peering, befalling upon @belayadeaths ' fervent coil upon his skin as it sinks 'tween her –– calloused hand against an equal tepid fabric engulfing her womanhood; it was an accidental touch, extemporaneously trailing upon her cheek to beneath; tenderly, languidly merely because their arrangement does not include such necessity he seeks ever since their ' casual banters ' –– obnoxiously addling with a push towards the cushion, &. a small lampoon whispered, shared diminutives, almost endearing &. degrading; johann's lips are full of a small giggle, with his fingers are deliberately o'ering; cautiously, yet playfully, against her almost drenched knickers cladding, his lips are soon billowing upon the crook of her neck, nipping, feeling thrumming beats o'er her skin upon her pulse –– awaits, as his fingers are curling upon her clothed nub, ❝ don't you want to be touched here, byanushka? if you don't want to, i won't continue. but in all honesty, i can feel you need my touch. ❞

calloused digits are attentively clasping upon another whilst a coquettish simper is scintillating from his brims –– revoltingly perceptible upon the eyes to behold except @belayadeaths as a barrier 'tween them are strait by the menu she scrutinises; johann is familiar with the names however refuses to elaborate such delicacy merely because he wishes to know what she might prefers thus a memory shall be carried within mind &. enact once upon a tomorrow, or someday; if she wishes to continue, regardless of his persistent persuasion . . . for his presence might linger unspoken in the apartment, but neither would converse, nor greetings; he can always watch her, adoringly or abominably –– he hasn't decided upon the conflicting options, but he fathoms such vision &. secrets have been bestowed upon him; with crimson dress venally cladding upon her body . . . clearing his throat, it is just a date,

❝  i couldn't help but to notice during our walk before, people have been staring at you merely because you're the only beautiful thing in this city, ❞  a chuckle, insufferably flustering from a platitudinous compliment he had uttered when she opened the apartment's door &. bequeath her alluring poise; the waiter quiescently pours the chosen wine upon their glasses with blasé eyes are rolling &. johann confidently orders for their appetizers &. occasion dessert, because they have left his homemade cake inside of his vehicle for propriety whilst she chooses for the main course. as the waiter goes forth from their table, his hand nonchalantly is o'ering upon hers, but hasn't coiling, for he observes a little gesticulation 'tween her lips; he seeks for the cunning smirk she had given before, which taunted him to dare,

❝  before i asked you out, did you have any plans beforehand? perhaps i should have asked to Louise beforehand, as you two are almost inseparable by now, but perhaps she is happy for you –– well, in a way that you are going out, not because i'm taking you; sometimes i wonder about female friendship, but i couldn't fathom except know that both of you are cherishing another, but doesn't necessarily support –– at least, someone is happy, maybe. ❞