when he doesn’t say anything to her, that’s when the anxiety kicks in. had she read too much into their more frequent meetings? was.. there something wrong? emerald eyes watched him rise from his chair and stayed trained on his looming figure as he rounded the desk. just a moment of doubt creeped up in emi’s mind. perhaps.. this was too far? maybe, she should’ve gone home?
the look in his eyes leaves no traces for emi to go on. in fact, if there was one person she never had the ability to read, it was his shota. what she wouldn’t give to read minds, and in specific, his.
she doesn’t leave her spot, in fact, as per usual, as with most of their past interactions, she reaffirms it. both her hands push back on the desk, propping herself up further to meet his gaze. her back’s bent slightly and of course she’s smiling, at least, until shota knocks her legs aside, causing emi to frown and sit up. her brows narrow in confusion, and she’s about to protest and that’s when, his expression completely changes and he asks her to kiss him first.
jaw quite literally dropping, emi has to blink to make sure she wasn’t dreaming this whole scenario. he steps between her legs, and emi has calm her pounding heart. suddenly, her confidence has jumped out the window. with one swift motion, his rough and calloused hands find her hips and she’s putty in his hands. “ you’re not kidding me are you? if you are, this is probably the worst joke ever, and i am miss joke, ” she reminds him, poking him in the chest to prover her point. but she also did not want to get too ahead of herself.
but, it’s the warmth in his eyes and the way his gaze travels across her body that tells emi all she needs to know, “ oh my god, pinch me. ” and with that, an orange gloved a hand wraps around the back of shota’s neck and she pulls him into kiss that’s probably not as good as it should be, because she’s so excited and still isn’t quite sure this is real life.
but it doesn’t take emi long after the first kiss to lose herself in the second. her legs lock around his and the hand on his neck finds it’s way into his hair, the other sliding up his chest so she can capture his mouth with her own again. after a few more lost kisses, emi pulls back for air, and leans her forehead against his own, licking her lips with a hesitant laugh, “ fuck sho, why’d ya make me wait so long? i’ve only been waiting my whole life to kiss you, no big deal.. ”
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[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance ( mantix )
Drax leaned back as Mantis filled the space next to him, sliding his arm over the back of the couch and around her. “Got tired of their bickering?”
It wasn’t uncommon for the Milano to be filled with the dulcet tones of sarcastic jokes and heckles. They were a contentious lot for one reason or another, usually relating back to some form of bad childhood or traumatic event. Who didn’t have one of those?
His hand idly played with Mantis’s strands of dark hair, fingertips occasionally brushing along the skin of her shoulder. There weren’t many places to be alone on the ship but that didn’t stop him from being affectionate with her. “I bet if we disappeared for a couple hours, they’d never notice.”
@handpickedriot // four times jason initiates the kiss and the one time nina does.
i. — this time when she meets him, he’s already unmasked, bare before her eyes. she jokes that maybe the next time they meet it might finally be in broad daylight where everyone else could see. of course, it would not be on these pretenses. maybe it would be for taking his measurements, even though she assures that all she needs is to look at him and already know. that remark brings him closer, and she has to tilt her head back to look up at jason, gray eyes meeting his own. daringly, as always like fire playing with fire, his hands rest on her hips then pull her in. nina would like to say that she allows herself to crack, but the truth is, when her lips part and a gasp pulls in the moment her body knocks against his, it’s all the power he has over her.
he lowers his lips to hers and she thinks to deny him. but, that would be denying herself this pleasure that she’s been looking forward to all week.
ii. — rain beats down around them as they run and duck between shipping containers. she’s gotten separated from her guards somehow, and she watches jason from the corner of her eye warily, relying on him to lead them somewhere safer than out in the open. they’ve gone out on… errands before, but she’s never been on her own with him, and she wonders if he’s finally got his way. if anyone were to be her downfall, nina figures it makes sense that it would be him. when it comes down to it, nina’s unafraid of getting her hands dirty and she’ll show him that even without her guards, she’s enough to be afraid of.
when they round a corner, he ushers her into an open shipping container and pulls the doors shut. her hand quickly dips beneath her skirt to find her dagger, fingers enclosing around the hilt. before she can unsheathe it, his hand clasps around hers.
“ ah-ah, you don’t trust me ? ”
it’s dark and all she can see is the gleam of the glowing eyes of his helmet. if she wanted to, she could get out of his hold, but maybe a part of her wants to see what he’ll do.
they listen for commotion outside which seems to veer farther now and away from where they are. nina feels his heaving breath against her and she’s sure he can feel the the rabbit’s pace beating of her heart. after a couple more minutes, they’re evening out and his hand slowly lifts from hers. but, he doesn’t let up his body pressing her against the container’s wall. she realizes soon enough that he’s removing his helmet, eyes furrowing in mild confusion at the action. but, then his warm breath is against her jaw, nose tracing against her cheek.
“ jason… now’s hardly…” his lips brush hers and her hands settle at his sides. “ the time… ” but, she kisses him anyway.
iii. — inviting him to a company function is her little way of introducing him to her girls before more formally doing so. jj will be mingling amongst the crowd while leighton and sasha prefer to keep themselves behind the scenes, watching the crowd from their stations in the surveillance room. she doesn’t tell him any of this, of course. all he knows is this is a favor, which might be even more dangerous.
with how their usual back and forth goes, they melt into a private moment they’ve created for themselves; a dance that he asks for now rather than to be saved for later.
instead of her assistant reminding her that she’s now bordering more than fashionably late, it’s jj demandingly knocking at the door. so, nina makes to step away, hand slipping away from his shoulder. but, before she can fully remove herself from him, his arm secures around her waist and his index finger hooks beneath her chin, tilting her face up towards him. leaning forward, she doesn’t stop him when he sweetly kisses her, soft and slow.
iv. — her trembling fingers come away bloody and she curses under her breath, hissing in pain. she wants to protest when he picks her up, steady arms holding her against him as he moves quickly through the shadows. he barks orders to her men and women to get them out of there. when they hesitate, she hears his voice boom.
next thing she knows her body is bumping along to the unpaved road beneath them, teeth clenching as she feels her wound stinging, aching, screaming in pain. blood seeps through her clothes, staining his hands where he keeps pressure on it. eyes flutter open to find his face unmasked save for the domino mask concealing his eyes. jason’s cradling the back of her neck, and she whispers something to him. he can’t hear her so he leans closer and she entrusts him with instructions that end with the words. “ i trust you, jason. ” maybe if nina wasn’t so delirious with the loss of blood, she would have kept that under her tongue. before she passes out again, nina feels his lips press in quiet desperation against hers and she thinks that it wouldn’t be horrible if that’s the last thing she ever felt.
v. — they’re standing back to back, two swords stolen from previously defeated enemies in either hand while he clutches his guns in either of his. she’s all out of throwing knives, their sleek handles protruding from their buried blades deep within eye sockets or jabbed in between kneecaps. blood smears across her dress, fitting as she’s chosen something pearl-hued as opposed to her usual darker and earthier shades. now, she shines with her usual color even if it is a pity that the stains might never come out of a dress she’s grown attached to. masked enemies surround them, eager for a piece of them while her and jason are all too eager as well to scatter their pieces across the room.
“ jason… ” nina starts, his name spoken beneath her breath so only he could hear.
she looks over her shoulder at him, his own face splattered and gleaming with crimson, and she thinks he’s never looked more handsome.
gray irises search his briefly for a promise that they’ll make it out of there, to see the determination and resolve she’s always seen there. she isn’t disappointed.
grabbing his collar, nina pulls him downwards as she lifts herself slightly to meet his lips, sealing them in a kiss amidst the sound of cocking guns and charging footsteps. when they part, they share a grin; “ let’s get out of here, darling. ”
“I don’t know why you chose to trust me to make them,” she muttered, a bowl of burnt popcorn in her hands. She had gotten popcorn at movie theatres, even had them at movie nights with the whole team, but she hadn't exactly been the one to make them at that time - and they were definitely not supposed to look like charcoal.
Averting her attention towards the TV, she sat herself down on the couch by his side to look over the movies that Garfield was scrolling by, appearing as if he was searching for something in particular. “What are we watching?”
𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃 in the background, jazz that serenated the entire gala of corrupt socialites. being asked to join in on undercover work was something slightly new to her --she hasn’t done this in many years. but rachel strolls into the golden tinted area, spotting her date from a couple of feet away. the blackbird graced him with her bright smile, surprised to see him fashionably on time, “ well, look at you, ” she mused once she was close, “ you clean up nicely. not bad. ”
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🍰 to bake something with my muse ( chi-chi & goten! )
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“Here’s the eggs, mama!” Jubilant chirps escape the lips of the young boy as he floats across the air to the counter where his mother was currently mixing together the dry ingredients in a large bowl. They were currently baking a strawberry shortcake. With Goten’s father out training and Trunks being busy, Goten was pretty bored just sitting around at home.
So when Chi-Chi had asked him to help, he immediately agreed to it to help alleviate his boredom ―― and because he could taste test the delicious batter once it was made.
“How many were we supposed to crack? Two right?” His tail swished as he moved the carton of eggs to be held by it while his hands grasped one of the eggs, carefully cracking it open as the yolk and egg whites slid into the bowl. Then he did the same thing with the second egg. His gaze turned to his mother and he smiled at her, clearly waiting for praise. “I did it! What else goes in here?”
@handpickedriot said: Raven's just gonna kiss Zach a little. Maybe a little more than a little. What can she say? She missed him.
She should not have done that.
Did she know what it did when she kissed him? Incredible things. They reminded him that he was not just a character for show. That he was a person with thoughts and feelings too — someone full of desire.
Her kiss may have been soft, but that had been all that it required. As he felt her lips on his, Zachary could feel his heart racing with want. Letting his hand rest on her cheek, he allowed his tongue to slip into her mouth, deepening the kiss. He had missed her. Oh how he had missed her. Having needed the closeness of her skin, to smell the scent of herbs veiling her. To feel the comfort of her shadows and softness.
When unwilling retracting himself from her, his brown eyes met her’s. Desperation evident in his eyes as he spoke. “When I go on tour again, please promise me that you will come with me.” He was sure that he would not survive another trip if she did not come with him.
