#im scraeming

         More time ticked past, each second dragging on much longer than it had any right to. The movie on the televisionplayed in the background. Her fingers itched to do… something, her gaze occasionally glancing up at the screen to make it less like she’d been looking at him the entire time. Of course, she had to get caught, accidentally catching the stormy blues serving as eyes as they glance up at her. Dammit. So her own immediately found something else to focus on – anything else. What a beautiful wall. Specific photographs pinned across the flat, most of them the friends he spoke so much about. Yet she could pick out one or two bearing her knowing smile. Cheeks dusted with red. This was a bad idea.

         In her absence of mind, her hand moved of its own accord,gently carding through short, unkempt locks in slow, gentle motions. The touches were kept light as to not disturb him, little glimpses of skittering warmth through the blond hair, tucking loose stray pieces behind his ear. Free handdragging fingers up and down his arm, she sat there for a moment, lost in trance.

         It’s…nice. This wild flutter of her heart. She didn’t care to analyze it too much. Not this time. Not when such soft, warm texture slid over bare digits. Heh, was she getting sentimental over such a small gesture ? Fingers didn’t stop playing with the short strands, however, no matter how errant her thoughts. Features crease with the smile tugging at her lips. What a silly girl she was for getting giddy over a small touch. 

         It all threatened to disappear as the cheeky smile peeked out from the pink fabric folds, visible eye crinkled in mischief. Huffing, she let it go — this time — with little more than an eye roll. 

         Her mind, though unwittingly, steered toward the Valentine’s Day incident.Lips burned as the memory of the sensation ghosted over them.Neither had really spoken about it afterward, seemingly content to leave things unspoken between them. Much more prone to those rare little acts of affection, less hesitant about initiating such actions between them.

         Eyelids slanted, fingers slow as they traced up his side, up over his shoulder, down his arm. Exploring; mapping out every little bit of him. He startled this time as they neared his right hand ( a slight flinch, one she’d never notice had he not been positioned right in her lap ), despite the gentle touch, and suddenly focused, almost as though he’d managed to get so caught up in staring at her that he forgot what she was doing.He fixated on her face for a few seconds, as though her actions… not confusing, per se, but not quite unexpected either, not questionable… she’s not sure of a good word to actually pinpoint it. The look on his face was somewhere between startled, thoughtful, and… awed, actually.

         She decided not to comment on it, splaying fingers over his before interlocking. Bringing his hand up, the kiss connected with the back of his hand for seconds that feel too short yet it had to end by the time she needed to breathe.So she moved on, lips wandering up in feather light pecks, creating a small trail before she dared leave a lingering onedirectly over his wristband. She’s unsure why he’s adamant of keeping on the thing, but she’d make sure to pay special attention to it.

         The weird, intense look has returned to his face. He looked kind of like he’s just realized he’s been presented with his most secret desire and his most hidden fear at the same time, and didn’t know whether to advance or retreat.

         It’s fine, she mused, releasing him. She’d clear up the decision.

         The pads of her fingers gently traced along the curve of his jaw, eyes flickering across the contours of his face. Eventually her thumb rested near his lips, and the air caught in her throat. She’s slow to move in, yet still,lips grazed upon his jaw with tender affection, wanting nothing more than to pour every bit of her feelings out into her actions.Along the jaw line those parted tiers maneuvered, ensuring that the feeling of her kiss was left lingering in each spot it touched. The level that she cherished him was indescribable, words unable to do justice to what was in her mind when it came to him.

           After an eternity, soft lips pressed against dry lips. It remained chaste for only as long as it took Prompto to fully catch up what’s happening and part his. His hands finally move and one comes to hold the back of her neck.