#sorre

LOOOOK

omg they just look like trouble 💔

It's an opening part of my crossovered fanfic, the only part I want to share.

An almost shy kiss, but filled with restrained passion and a pinch of guilt, he placed on your lips carefully, as if afraid that he would be pushed back, hit hard in the face, driven away without ever being allowed to return and raise his eyes to meet yours once more.

- Forgive me, my angel...

- Why are you asking?

He tilted his face forward a little, with his sharp nose Joseph touched yours, and your glances met. You saw him almost timid, but yet desire burned inside his irises.

- My mind is filled with impure thoughts about you, your hands... your body.

- This is not very pious, oh, Father, - there was no devilish mockery in the light feminine smile, rather only awkwardness from how close you two were standing.

- The flesh is weak, dear, and mine has been yearning for your touch for many years, - in his smile, hopelessness and humility met, acceptance of the desire that he could not get rid of for quite some time even though he tried his best.

- If I said, - you almost whispered in response, - that this longing is not mutual, I would be lying to you.