#meme5

Hmmm IM JOINING GONNA THIS TREND

who said i love you first?I feel like Kiki beat him with a few minutes for that, on some romantic night out or on a trip together somewhere.

who laughs when the other trips? definitely Kiki. I feel like Wiktor will punch the stone that tripped her in the first place from worry.

who pays the bills? Wiktor. He is the stingy after all, he knows how to save money and handle them.

which one makes a bigger deal around the holidays? Probably both make a big deal since they both have big families and all that. I can imagine their first family holiday tho, Kiki being all worried for such a gigantic get together with all of her siblings and his, plus the parents and the grandparents. Can you imagine the nerves???

who’s more clumsy? Kiki. Wiktor is an athlete, after all.

who checks their daily horoscope? Kiki. I think Wiktor just likes to sit there and listen to her voice rather than actually listen to the horoscope itself.

who sings louder in the car? Wiktor, he loves to make her laugh when serenading her while driving somewhere.

who leaves the cap off the toothpaste? Both. And then they always have arguments about who used it last cause they forgot.

who is more up to date in pop culture? Kiki. Wiktor is more up to date with the movie culture.

who insists on going to see the newest movies? Wiktor, duh. All of them. Always. Especially the ones with good actors.

who cries when the abused animal commercials come on? Kiki. And Wiktor hugs her and gives her soothing kisses all over her face until she cheers up.

who’s the lighter sleeper? Kiki. I feel like Wiktor sleeps like a bear im hibernation.

who believes in ghosts? Neither.

who does the grocery shopping? Both. I bet they love going together and reminding each other things they need.

Theodore was watching Dianna as she got ready to leave. He watched her reflection as she fixed her hair up and her brown curls formed a messy but beautiful bun, when a single lonely curl escaped her fingers and trailed at her neck, to her shoulder, in a seductive and elegant way. He watched the reflection of her concentrated face, the puckered lips painted in a red lipstick. It reminded him even more of the cherry scent they always carried, the one that aggravated him and made him restless. He watched the black smokey eyelids of hers that made her eyes stand our on her pale face. The red dress she had worn on their first date on Valentine’s adored her small frame and he could not keep his blue eyes off her. He slowly moved in her direction, sliding a hand down her waist and moving it around it in a caress, wishing he could feel the skin under the material.

"You look fantastic tonight.” He purred in her ear and his lips trailed the skin of her jaw as he looked at them both in the mirror. He towered over her even in her high heels, and they stood next to each other perfectly well. Light skin, dark curly hair, but where her eyes were dark and warm his were might blue and liercing. Looking through you and inside of you. He smiled devilishly, staring at her eyes as he slowly put both hands in her waist and moved her slowly in an inexistent music, placing an eager kiss on her neck. “Are you sure we need to head out right now? We can be late, you know. My parents won’t really mind it.” He grinned wickedly and trailed his hands up her waistline, to her sides and only the movement of her arms over his stopped him. He wasn’t sure if she just still was not ready or if she didn’t trust him yet, but he hated every second of this waiting, of this sweet, sweet torture she was inflicting upon him. He bit her ear lightly and spun her around in his arms, pulling her with ease off the floor and moving forward until her back touched the wall and he let go of her. He cut her way off with his hands, putting them on both sides of her body, against the wall. He tilted his head down and bent his back just a bit so he could press his forehead against hers and sigh with desire against her, his hot breath moving the curl that hung lonely about her face. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve laid eyes on, you tiny little goddess of torture…” He smiled at her again and pulled away one hand so he could cup her chin and pull her face up and meet her lips eagerly and passionately. They were soft and hot and sensual and the smallest of sighs escaped between them and he could swear he was in a little piece of heaven right now, away from every demon that has ever haunted his broken mind and insides. Before he could restrain himself his other hand was on her waist, pulling her fragile body against his as their weight leaned on the wall for support….

Hozier - Chery wine

The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

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