☆ THE SECOND ATTACK ☆ @impxrixus ☆
️ ️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️ ️for luce, there were lessons she liked and lessons that put her to sleep━━━━━ but none compared to the ones HE taught her. she'd expected a lot of things from theo, but not this. not his PATIENCE, when all he knew was impatience; not his whiskey flavoured lips or his harsh hands on her skin. maybe she felt enamoured, or maybe it was just EXCITEMENT, as she ran her fingers along the side of his face, marvelling in his sharp, GLASS-CUTTING jaw. she felt the goosebumps rise across her arms as she breathed in his whiskey scent for what might have truly been the hundredth time now.
️ ️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️ ️nerves still rendered her mindless, breathless. no matter how many times she'd TASTED his lips, or touched the hard ripples of his body against her cold fingertips, lucy still felt the fluttering of BUTTERFLIES in her stomach. or maybe that was just the cold? she could practically feel the icy breeze seep through the thin straps that twirled all the way around her small frame, through the coat that SHIELDED the image of her in a new purple lingerie from him. ‘ i kind of have a surprise for you. it’s actually more of a gift, i guess? ’ fingers trickle down the length of his arms, the nervous flutter in her stomach FIERCER.
‘ I SORT OF. . . GOT PICKED AS YOUR SECRET SANTA. ’
she didn’t mind running her once TIMID touch against him anymore, though they still trembled as she twined their hands together briefly━━━━━ it was a familiarity that had grown over the countless weeks she’d spent learning how to move her lips to the sway of his, her tongue. lucy might have SHIVERED from his piercing gaze, if it hadn’t been all she’d looked forward to seeing at the end of the day. or the middle of it. she drew a finger to the collar of her coat, flicking one of the buttons open before tracing the outline of the strap at her shoulder; her skin TINGLED against the cold air and his burning stare.
despite her newfound bravery, lucy hadn’t forgotten the words he’d PROMISED her, or how they lingered in the back of her mind━━━━━ or even the way she slanted him a look she’d seen only in his eyes; one that meant everything, and yet nothing. ‘ i think i might. . . ’ she knew what she wanted to say, what her wobbly legs and trembling hands BEGGED of her. and yet, her voice caught on the words. ‘ -want MORE. ’ she gulped, as she fought against REASON. lucy might have been thankful for the sound that erupted next, if only for that fact that it offered her a moment of CLARITY, of SANITY.
but that sound wasn’t FRIENDLY; it wasn't KIND or CALMING. she pulled her coat over her shoulder. ‘ what. . . WAS THAT? ’
