#sunbcrned

@sunbcrned​​ ; baby girl

tugs on the hand that threatened to slip out of bed. ❛❛  ........mm-not yet.....  ❜❜ a sleepy moan. it's a winter morning and selfishly she desired the warmth of her phoenix.

         THE  GENTLE  TUG  OF  HIS  LADY  is  more  than  enough  to  have  the  phoenix  rolling  back  in  bed,  any  plans  to  greet  another  productive  day  instantly  forgotten  the  moment  her  request  is  voiced  —  truly,  she  has  him  wrapped  around  her  little  finger.

✧ 𓏬 ❝ Pops !! ❞ The call came as a vine wrapped itself around his moustache, swinging the woman upwards. Resting herself on his shoulder once she landed.

❀ 𓏬 ❝Are you and Rosie matching again this year?❞ She could not stand to wait until the actual date to find out. Curiosity was getting the better of her. It seemed the couple had a long standing tradition of the cutest group costumes, enough to make Camilla jealous almost.

@sunbcrned​​ ; pools of red dive inside oceanic blue, and for a moment the lotus can't think; much less remember to breathe. Something was spoken but she was far too mesmerized to so much as concentrate on the orders given by her division commander.

         SPARKLING  CRIMSON  snatch  the  air  from  the  phoenix’s  lungs  with  but  a  single  look  —  her  gaze  so  seemingly  soft  and  loving,  or  is  it  his  own  imagination  and  wishful  thinking  prompting  such  thoughts,  yet  when  she  looks  at  him  like  this,  as  though  he  is  her  entire  world,  he  feels  invincible  and  his  own  world  eases  into  a  serene  halt.

         Time  stops,  the  commander  momentarily  forgetting  prior  words  of  command  slipping  his  lips  as  all  he  can  focus  on  right  now  are  the  beauty  before  him  and  her  own  pair  of  crimson  painted  lips  —  so  soft..  so  kissable.  

         Before  he  can  so  much  as  rationalize  his  desire,  Marco  finds  himself  subconsciously  leaning  in,  a  magnetic  force  of  nature  drawing  his  own  pair  of  blue  deeper  into  her  contrasting  red,  and  when  the  intensity  of  the  magnetic  field  becomes  too  much  for  his  heart  to  bear,  his  lids  come  to  a  slow  close,  their  lips  a  mere  inch  apart.

         ❝Commander!❞  an  external  voice  startles  him,  breaking  the  magnetic  attraction  and  forcing  him  to  repel  as  far  away  from  the  beauty  as  possible.  He  doesn’t  hear  the  question  to  follow  from  their  comrade,  mind  too  blurry  in  a  daze  and  ocean  hues  as  cold  as  winter  turning  to  glare  said  intruder.

         In  this  moment,  he  can’t  quite  decide  if  he  feels  grateful  or  bitter  for  the  interruption.

         ❝Tomoe,  you  should  lead  the  team  from  the  west.  I’ll  take  the  east-yoi❞  he  states  with  an  authoritative  tone  of  finality,  a  drastic  sudden  change  of  plan  differing  from  his  initial  order  requesting  she  remain  close  behind,  yet  the  phoenix  can  not  trust  himself  in  her  presence  after  his  near  slip.  

         With  his  command  given,  the  commander  takes  it  upon  himself  to  urgently  leave  the  room  —  his  back  against  the  wall,  a  hand  lifts,  clenching  white  fabric  over  a  frantically  palpitating  heart  until  it  is  but  a  wrinkled  mess.  A  single  button  falls,  loosened  by  the  strength  applied.  A  grown  man  and  not  his  first  kiss  by  far  yet  how  can  she  with  a  single  glance  achieve  what  others  couldn’t  come  close  to  with  so  much  more?  Why  can’t  he  calm  the  vessel  aching  to  leap  out  of  his  chest  —  aching  for  her. 

         Healing  flames  of  blue  dance  upon  his  torso  in  vain  yet  desperate  attempt  to  cure  the  restlessness  but  never  before  has  he  known  a  rush  so  intense  —  there  is  no  cure  to  this  —  no  cure  from  her..  yet  still  he  wonders,  

@sunbcrned​​ ; tomoe

the azure fireplace only adds color to curvaceous porcelain inside a silk robe of red that now kneels before the doctor she had seated upon the couch after yet another tiring work day. for once, rather than suffocate with buttons, she is quick to undo the rest of his shirt; a sense of freedom she grants after once learning long ago it was all too important to her phoenix.

Cherry lips claim the crook of his neck whilst manicured digits roam his chest freely. there are moments of passion between their hungry lips before there is an accidental linger of her hand far below his stomach. And what had briefly rested in place, immediately retreats in mere embarrassment once realization hits.

( marmoe )

         CURVACEOUS  PORCCELAIN  EVER  SO  ALLURING  in  the  azure  glow  of  the  room  presents  itself  before  the  phoenix,  and  even  with  the  silk  robe  of  red  covering  her,  his  beautiful  flower  manages  to  take  his  breath  away.  Buttons  so  quickly  she  undoes  and  a  smirk  paints  his  lips,  pleased  by  his  love’s  display  of  desire  today  and  he  melts  beneath  her  touch,  relaxing  as  she  roams  a  muscled  set  of  abs  freely.  

         Their  lips  meet,  passionately  and  he  can’t  resist  pulling  her  closer  and  closer  against  himself,  craving  to  close  the  infinitesimal  space  between  them.  His  digits  ever  so  attentive  trace  along  her  smooth  thigh,  tenderly  at  first  but  then  grip  more  fiercely  to  hook  it  around  his  own  figure  once  the  moment  grows  more  heated.

         The  phoenix  is  all  too  aware  of  the  lingering  touch  below  his  stomach,  one  he  doesn’t  realize  is  merely  accidental  and  hence  prompts  a  hitch  in  his  breath  in  anticipation  as  his  lady  love  grows  bolder  with  every  passing  day  —  but  then  she  retreats  and  he  lets  out  a  breath  he  doesn’t  realize  he’s  been  holding,  albeit  feels  too  cold  now  deprived  of  the  warmth  of  her  touch.

         Ocean  hues  take  a  moment  to  study  his  love,  notice  the  shy  embarrassment  he’s  learned  to  recognize  all  too  well  before  taking  the  now  retreated  hand  into  his  own.  He  guides  her  touch  along  his  own  skin  and  back  to  where  it  lingered  before,  slowly  and  gently  so  as  to  give  her  room  to  retreat  again  if  she  doesn’t  like  it,  while  his  own  gaze  and  actions  let  it  be  known  he  craves  her  affection.  

         ❝You  don’t  have  to  pull  away-yoi..❞  he  reassures  her.  ❝I’m  yours,  baby  girl-yoi  —❞  and  just  as  he  vows  himself  to  her,  there’s  no  denying  she  also  is  his,  hence  the  daring  touch  now  tugging  at  the  belt  holding  her  robe  together.  His  gaze  intense  as  it  meets  hers,  full  of  love  and  lust  alike  for  the  beauty.  

@sunbcrned​ ;  " Oi Sabo, you're being too soft on him! " kid ace growls, crossing his arms at the sight of his brother praising the other despite them having lost to /him/ for the hundredth time (yet again) " his technique still sucks. what's the use of being rubber if you can't put up a decent fight? " he'll ignore luffy's whining in the background ( kid ace & sabo )

         ACE  IS  RIGHT  OF  COURSE,  Luffy  still  has  ways  to  go  before  he  can  ever  match  up  to  his  two  older  brothers,  but  that  doesn’t  in  any  way  deter  the  wide  smile  upon  Sabo’s  face  to  watch  the  younger  try  repeatedly,  despite  all  the  failures  —  and  maybe  the  blonde  kid  finds  that  stubbornness,  inspiring.  

         ❝Heh,  maybe  a  little  but  he’s  getting  stronger  —  don’t  you  think  so  too,  Ace?❞  he  laughs  a  little.  Luffy’s  progress  is  slow,  but  it  is  there,  at  least  Sabo  likes  to  believe  so.