âď¸ (@death-the-grim)
âď¸ - Press my muse against the wall and fuck them relentlessly
@death-the-grim
It had been a minute since the two had spent a prolonged amount of time together - not that they had been avoiding one another purposefully, but rather their schedules hadnât aligned, preventing anything beyond much more than a passing glance or nod of acknowledgment between the two, and she would be lying to herself if she said she didnât miss his company.
So naturally when invited to his flat once their respective agendaâs cleared, she wasnât about to turn down the opportunity to spend any amount of time with him - sheâd thought perhaps it would be an evening spent drinking, perhaps catching up, even if that strange feeling sheâd experienced only once prior had begun to pool in her stomach before sheâd even made her way up the walk, and it seemed she wasnât alone; no sooner had she crossed the threshold and the door been shut after her, the grim had her backed against a wall, his lips meshed firmly with hers.
