#ltrambles

The masked male, who’s eyes were hooded over ever so slightly as he engaged in a dumb conversation with his friends, lazily dropped his hand to his thigh- laughing with a quick head toss backwards. His words, though not even audible due to the feelings you were wrapped in, were low and gravely, making your stomach twist and turn, that heat that was in your cheeks traveling down your body, passing through shoulders, arms, and stomach, even making its way down into your fingertips. There was something so toxic about the calm and cool sniper in your barrack that was dragging you deeper and deeper into his spell.

“Evergreen… he controls me….” your headphones betrayed you, the words filling your senses- though, only in one ear. Purple and yellow blurred your vision as the feeling of warm satin wrapping around your waist and abdomen engulfed you. What was this feeling? Why was the man in front of you so enticing? Why did your whole body yearn to be closer? Who knows. With a quick tug on his sleeve, the man who’s head was tipped back, peeked over to you, a quizzical look on his face.

A soft “oh” resounded through the now dim atmosphere, his hand slipping onto your waist to pull you impossibly closer. “My little maus here needs some help finding something outside, I’ll be back” he muttered, completely uninterested in whether they approved or not. The soldiers surrounding him nodded and whistled in acknowledgement, not sparing a glance as he slipped a finger through your belt loop, dragging you out of the room and into the empty corridors. Of course you tried to shake off the burning in your throat and fingers, but couldn’t. This type of closeness felt like a burning lake of fire on your skin.

Your eyes fixed on his slim fingers, the heat that pooled your stomach moving to your face again, that familiar shade of crimson blossoming across your cheeks and nose. Once you were out of view from anyone and in a secluded area, he carefully pushed the sniper hood off of his head and tossed it over his shoulder, smiling down at you with adoration.

He pushed you against the wall in an instant and made you look up, rough fingers delicately guiding your chin to meet his lips in a gentle and chaste kiss. It was short and sweet, but sent electricity through your veins, feeling like the world went quiet; the earphone long tossed over his shoulder to dangle.

“never change schatz. I love seeing your flustered state and those pleading eyes just for a moment of privacy- just for a kiss. God it’s intoxicating… look at those eyes..”

It all came out as a murmur and you felt like you might throw up from how scrambled your stomach felt. This felt unreal. His hand pressed to the warm jumper that adorned your frame.

“Please..”

And that’s how you two were left, lips locked in a needy and loving kiss, your hands gripping harshly at his soft locks, thumbs dancing over his soft skin. It was romantic. A fairy tale. Impossible love that felt inhuman. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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