@strawberrywings sent in [ ARM ]: after holding their hand, the sender releases the receiver, but slowly glides their hand up the full length of their arm, lingering on the upper arm, then the shoulder, then resting their touch against the side of their neck. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀. || accepting
The physical affection feels nice, like the soft warmth of bonfire on a cool night. But at the same time it makes his skin crawl, itchy as if bugs were crawling beneath the burnt bits of his flesh, like the staples holding him together were about to pop off from the pressure he felt. He jerks away from her touch, and pulls his hood up over his head so she couldn't see his face and the scowl that was currently marring it.
"C'mon. We got a job to do."
He's short with her, irritation laced throughout his words. But he wasn't one for affection, and he had only tolerated the hand holding because she was whining and begging and he just wanted her to stop.
The feeling of her hand in his, surprisingly soft, her warmth seeping into the parts of his flesh that weren't burnt-
No. He didn't enjoy it. And he never would, no matter how much she pushed.
