go my siffrins...

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AHHHHHHHHHHHH !! omg omg !!!!!!!!!!!!! sleeping beauty is truly putting emphasis on the beauty part 🥺🥺🥺💞💞 and she deserves to be very regal, i think !! <33 it's so fitting for her <33333 her dress shape, the khaenri'ah star, and her earring omgggggg so beautifulllll

Rhett’s chest ached when he pulled up the gravel driveway to your home. The sun was rising above the mountains, reflecting hues of pink and dusty orange off the siding of the house. His bones creaked and his neck twinged in pain as he cracked it. He saw the light shining through the kitchen window and he couldn’t deny the fact that his dick twitched. He had missed you, only gone a few days, but it was too long. His fingertips itched to feel your skin beneath them.

As he walked through the door, the smell of fresh biscuits and homemade gravy filled his nostrils. He was nearly knocked to the floor at the sight before him. There you stood in the low light of the kitchen stirring the milk and flour. His red and black flannel - your favorite - hung off your shoulder in such an enticing way. You heard his heavy footsteps come up behind you and you melted into his embrace.

“I ought to leave more often if that means I can come home to this,” his raspy voice whispered in your ear. Rhett placed kisses along your neck, looking down the front of the shirt to see a peek of the lacy material of his favorite lingerie set. The black and red one that matched the colors of his flannel perfectly, roses embroidered on the bralette.

“Don’t say that. I can’t live without you.” You pressed back into his chest, enjoying the warmth his body always seemed to provide. You turned the gravy down and moved it off the stove eye before turning to face him. His stubble had grown out, less scratchy than it was before he left.

“Missed you too much.”

He pressed your lips together in a searing kiss, tongue slipping inside your mouth in just mere seconds. He tasted like cigarettes and his cinnamon gum with a hint of coffee and it made your head spin.

“Bedroom.”

“But, breakfast…”

“I don’t give a damn, need my pretty little wife now.”