#flamedance

@flamedance​ said: “I can’t get my mind off you.” DIRTY TALK - ACCEPTING

A strange dance had they entered into, where touches were fleeting yet left searing heat burning beneath flesh, where kisses were snatched in the shadows and left soft lingering bruises in their wake and the heavy breaths conjured betwixt hungry mouths become the song of the star-crossed. Where bodies writhe and penetrate; deeper than the blade, deeper than the soul can reach, deeper still than mere emotion can translate. 

Those instances are burned into the forefront of his mind, an ever glittering memory playing on repeat in the daytime hours as well as in the dark. Eager for repeat performances of that poetic grind, to have the other reach such unfathomable depths as he had done so many times before. Keeping it all in check was a challenge when only a sweeping gaze set him alight but then came the passing comment, whispered under heated breath against the shell of his ear. 

It takes Cloud almost everything he has to prevent the enamoured quiver of his inhale, disguising it behind the glass he raises to his mouth in that moment. Though eyes only meet through peripherals, a glance gifted through the flutter of heavy blond lashes. 

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        The sound of music ringing through the air as Zack and Roche were out on a mission outside of Midgar. They should be patrolling the area but for a few consecutive weeks there had been no signs of any danger and no one else was able to see them. The raven smiled as he couldn't help himself but join in even though they were just a shirt distance away. He could hear the slight scolding from Roche but he only laughed as he reached out and pulled Roche into a dance.

       ❝ Come on! We have had no fun like this in a while and no threats have appeared for weeks. So come and dance with me. ❞

       Zack held onto his hands playfully swinging them back and forth.

      ❝ It's not like anyone is going to see us so why not? I promise it'll be a lot of fun and no one will see us! ❞

Sometimes your little brother is being a punk ass, so you sandwich him with some sisterly love.

send me   ‘ mistletoe ’   for my muse’s response to being underneath mistletoe with your muse.   specify whether it’s accidental or on purpose.

Accepting!

It was actually quite rare that the two of them were in the same place at the same time what with how Roche was always in motion. Where he went or what he got up to, Maru had no idea despite them both being Thirds. So far as Maru could see the man was always in search of something, be it simply food or the next big thrill.

Whether or not he’d been searching for the Miqo’te specifically or not, it seemed the biker had found him when Maru was entering the communal cafeteria space as Roche was leaving it, the two of them as good as bumping chests as they both inadvertently tried to move through the door at the same time.

Apologies were stuttered before they seemed to notice the mistletoe at the same time and those apologies trailed off. Their eyes met.

Maru opened his mouth to say something, probably along the lines of how they didn’t have to, they could pretend it never happened or something to that effect but before he could even make a sound, Roche ducked in and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Cheeks pinking, the Miqo’te stared for a moment, prompting Roche to take Maru’s arms and turn them both on the spot so that Maru was inside the doorway he’d intended to enter before and Roche was outside of it.