ᅠᅠ*̲ᅠ‎ 𝕯𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗡–𝒮𝖫𝖠𝖸𝖤𝖱⁎༘ ‎ᅠ

baby ...

you’re so lovely.

i know—i’ve never done this before.﹙ still, they knew wha t they wanted. head repeated a nervous nod, a clear chill running through their stomach. ﹚ you can. please.

no killing, baby.

that’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.

nuh—uh, theodora?

back off, she’s MY wife.

and after death too.

﹙ misty’s face flushed softly. the look they gave theo made their heart race, their fear being nothing more than a heightened sense of worry they had been harboring. ﹚ you, dear. i’m nervous i’ll end up hurting you.

silly ... but i’m fine, promise.

baby—no, it’s okay.

﹙ their cheeks turned a gentle shade of red, and their nose took on the same flush. their fingernails dug firmly into theodora’s back, a desperate plea evident in her gesture. ﹚ please. could you help me?

some of my colleagues.

﹙ taking control was both pleasurable and challenging for them. they rested in a doubt that was not one of discomfort, but purely loving caution. they bite a sigh deep in the throat, nodding. ﹚ let me do this. i’ll do.

fuckin’ stupid assholes.

﹙ misty seeks a nod, gently tempered by the kiss. she reassures herself in that careful gesture, letting the tips of her fingers play over the familiar, pale skin. ﹚ i want to do this because you want to, and so do i. both.

﹙ cues a laugh, free hand seeking to bring their partner closer. her gaze remained attentive, careful as always. ﹚ i’m just afraid you’ll get hurt.

﹙ she looks away, pulling a cigarette from and a lighter from his pocket, fidgeting with it between their fingers. ﹚ you’re fine?