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moritz draws his muse by early morning sunlight

here it is, finally!!! thanks for your patience!! with quarantine and stuff i should be able to finish this thing if my teachers lay off the projects. have some marthiz to clear your skin and keep u sane <3

69. Following The Kiss With A Series Of Kisses Down The Neck

tw: past rape/abuse and flashbacks

wc: 588

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Martha can’t help but giggle as Moritz’s lips brush her neck.

“Tickles?” He asks, his mouth barely leaving her skin. She nods and runs a hand through his hair that seems to stick up no matter what. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” Martha sighs and almost immediately cringes at her own bluntness. 

“Uh, can’t be longer than I’ve wanted this.” 

Martha likes this new, happier Moritz. It’s been almost three months since she’d seen him; he’d been whisked off somewhere after he tried to off himself. Not even Melchior was sure where. It wasn’t until tonight at Melchior’s back to school party that Martha saw Moritz again. He was still the sad soulful sleepyhead she remembered, but something had changed. He didn’t seem so miserable and exhausted; a new lively aura radiated from him. It was almost as if he’d shed a part of himself when he tried to take his life. 

“I’ve wanted this since I found out what intimacy was,” Martha challenges, her breath hitching when Moritz finds a sensitive spot on her neck. Now they were in a guest room (they had been careful not to go to Melchior’s room) and the music playing was muffled behind the door, a dim lamp the only light. 

“I’ve wanted this since,” he stops to find her lips again, kissing them sweetly. “I, uh, held your hand in fifth grade.”

Martha takes the moment to kiss along Moritz’s jawline, as he’s briefly detached himself from her neck. This elicits a soft moan from him which brings heat to Martha’s cheeks. He brings his hand to the small of her back, his touch gentle and soft. 

“How far are we going?” Moritz whispers, lips brushing her ear. It’s both adorable and very hot at the same time, Martha has to suppress a gasp.

“I-I don’t know,” Martha sputters, her heart speeding up. Were they going to have sex? Would Moritz be upset if she told him no? Question after question flashes across her mind and only stopped when she feels Moritz gently take her hands in his, grounding her. 

“Martha, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” His dark eyes shine in the dimly-lit room, sincere and kind. The feelings of dread begin to subside. 

“Oh God I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you! I’m honestly fine with whatever you want to do! We could stop now if you want, I seriously don’t want you to be uncomfortable or freak out because I know that-” 

Martha has to cut off his string of apologies, sweet as they are, before he feels any worse. “Could you just hold me? And kiss me again and tell me all the sweet things you were telling me?”

A small grin spreads over Moritz’s face. “Like, right now?”

Martha nods, “Sure! If you want.”

Moritz gently places his hand on her shoulder and the two get closer, slowly moving back to where they were. He closes his eyes, waiting for Martha’s cue to kiss again, but instead is met with a slow kiss to each of his eyelids. Moritz makes a low noise, somewhere between a gasp and a moan, that causes him to clap his hand over his mouth in embarrassment. Martha giggles at how cute he is. Moritz’s arms wrap around Martha’s frame and he kisses her nose after a moment. The pair hold each other like that for a while, listening to each other’s breath. Martha can’t imagine she’ll ever be unhappy again.

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Raiting : EPIC