▼ for novak & farah ( bc wHY NOT )
STRADDLE SOMEONE || selectively accepting
The Czech’s eyes darted up to the woman as her form blocked his view, body seized up in surprise. Knees straddled the hunter on either side of his hips. Trapped. Novak felt, unwillingly, something flip in his gut. The emotion that moved him in that manner? He wasn’t sure.
A combination of things, maybe?
Nevertheless, calloused hands found themselves running up the sides of her thighs, resting on slender hips. Thumbs kneading into the bone. Finally relaxing, a crooked smirk grew across his features, ‘’You must want something.’’ @fromlegend








