#slaski

@slaski LEFT A LETTER: [ GAZE ]  sender taking receiver’s jaw and saying “look at me” during sex or foreplay.

                             Left hand is desperately grasping at the marble sink, right hand tightly hanging onto his arm as it was extended downward, his handed below the fabric of her skirt. Truth be told ( lord forgive her for even confessing this ), Chrissy wasn't a virgin when she'd met him. No, she'd let go of that piece of herself long before she'd known Paul. An old boyfriend, one that was super special to her at that time. Till she realized he was her safety-net, the expectation... It was too much. She was sick of her life feeling like it was a snow-globe, doomed to watch the snow fall evermore. Her first time wasn't special, and every other time wasn't pleasurable, it felt like nothing... Until she met Paul. Breath heavy, high pitched mewls of approval slipping passed her lips. Biting down on her lower lip is a failed attempt at silencing herself. The fact is, Chrissy didn't know sex could be pleasurable. She didn't know that it was supposed to be until Paul took matters into his own hands. And for her? It was like taking an advil after having a migraine all day. It was the release she'd needed without even realizing it till he had her practically bent over the counter-top. Eyes flutter closed, but the soothing peace lasted only 3 seconds before he'd grabbed at her jaw, forcing her to look at him, a nearly impossible task with how immense the pleasure was.

❝   Paul, please...   ❞

@slaski LEFT A LETTER: “you think i didn’t notice?” 

                             ❝   I just-- I didn't think guys really paid attention to that stuff   ❞  She seemed to be at a loss for words, but not in a bad way. It was a pleasant surprise to know that he'd noticed she changed her nail color that very day. The'd been filed into a shorter oval shape, and a soft China Blue color had been placed on top. They glimmered in the sun thanks to the topcoat.

@slaski​​ sent:    ‘ i can’t help it. look at you. ’

she shoots him a look followed by a squint, knowing he’s just saying that. 

“oh, haha.”

robin can clean up pretty damn well. hair is pinned up nicely, there’s a little more effort in her make up, and the dress hugs her figure perfectly. it is a stark contrast to what her usual look is. a hand comes to smooth out a few wrinkles on her side. all she wants to do is get back at someone. (and drink a little) petty behaviour is something robin had started not to shy away from. 

@slaski LEFT A LETTER: [  a  large  bouquet  of  three  dozen  red  roses  is  delivered  to  chrissy  on  valentine's  day.  attached  is  a  message.  ]

take  a  break  from  your  angel  duties  to  have  dinner  with  me  tonight?  i've  got  another  surprise  for  you  if  you  accept.

counting  the  moments,  paul

                              The surprise was more than welcome, though certainly unexpected. That was the thing about Paul though, he always seemed to take the initiative with Chrissy and... Well, whatever it was they had going on here. And people have talked, her friends at least, and what girls didn't?Chrissy didn't have a type, she didn't really spend her free time pondering on the topic after she'd left her high school boyfriend years ago. If you asked a guy, you're likely to hear things like: blondes, brunettes, redheads get me going, tits, hips, classy, not trashy, but still adventurous, plump lips and rosy cheeks. All she knew is that she simply wanted to be around a person who made her feel good. And Paul definitely knew how to make her blush without even trying that hard. Holding the note close to her chest with both hands, she'd finally put the roses into a vase on the kitchen table. The little notecard still in her right hand, she'd grabbed the phone off of the landline and began dialing his number; how could she resist?