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eyemind2021-06-10 12:54 pm
dealwiththe) wrote in eyemind2021-06-10 12:54 pm
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this year’s love; closed;
WHO: Lucifer and Chloe
WHAT: [ sexy jazz music plays ] Reunited and it feels so good…
WARNINGS: uhhh apart from gross feelings and probably tears??? Smooches???? okay more than smooches this is getting a little steamy we'll mark when it's back to being sfw.
Her room is, ironically, directly above the one he claimed. He’s almost never moved faster in his life, and certainly doesn’t bother knocking or even checking if the door is locked before barging in.
She’s here. She’s here.
“Detective?” He calls, desperate hope and fear writ on his features.
WHAT: [ sexy jazz music plays ] Reunited and it feels so good…
WARNINGS: uhhh apart from gross feelings and probably tears??? Smooches???? okay more than smooches this is getting a little steamy we'll mark when it's back to being sfw.
Her room is, ironically, directly above the one he claimed. He’s almost never moved faster in his life, and certainly doesn’t bother knocking or even checking if the door is locked before barging in.
She’s here. She’s here.
“Detective?” He calls, desperate hope and fear writ on his features.
what’s a time skip? 😉😉😉
Chloe bites down on her lip, fingers wanting to touch him, needing to span over the expanse of his chest and shoulders. As he’s dropping back down then for another kiss, his hands hot on her waist as they travel upward with her shirt, her moan, though muffled, is sharp. Now he’s in better reach and now she can fulfill that need to touch him, even if it’s to greedily plow both hands into dark hair and grip.
Wait, he’s pulling back? He’s left her in somewhat of a daze, or the kiss had, that she had to briefly wonder if something were wrong. Then her shirt is pulled off over her head, dirty blonde hair loose and falling at a shoulder, and she’s left in a black lace bra and jeans. Oh. Right. His mouth catches hers again to pick up where they’d left off, and her hands are back in his hair until an arm drapes over his shoulder and her fingers push down between his shoulder blades to feel muscle and hard lines.
She wants so badly to be able to say his name, moan it into his ear, knows what that does to him. Unfortunately, there won’t be any of that for who knows how long. ]
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