Gray wrapped both arms around her and pulled her further into him. “I could certainly try,” Gray chuckled. “But trust me, you’ll regret it. I have an awful singing voice.”
Violeta pushed her face into his shoulder, smiling faintly. “We’ll see.”
“We’ll see,” Gray chuckled, pulling her into his lap so she sat sideways. “You look tired. You should sleep. I’ll be here.”
“I shouldn’t fall asleep while you’re here….” Violeta protested this softly, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. “It’s not fair to you.”
Gray closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. “It’s fine, love,” he insisted. “I want you to sleep.”
Violeta’s eyes flickered almost unconsciously to his mouth. “And you?” she murmured in question. “Will you sleep?”
Gray hummed, massaging her scalp lightly, noticing the way she looked at his mouth. “I’ll sleep once you do,” he answered, kissing her on the forehead.
“Are you comfortable sleeping in what you’re wearing right now?” Her fingers curled around the neckline of his hoodie. “And, would you let me wear your sweater?”
"I mean, it is going to be a bit uncomfortable, but I'll be fine," Gray shrugged before smirking down at her. "You only need to ask, love."
Violeta hid her face against his chest, cheeks burning. That smirk…. “I’ll go put on some pyjamas, then.” She tugged lightly at the sweater while she spoke, prompting him to take it off.
Gray grinned and sat up straight, lightly pushing his girlfriend away so he could take it off. Once it was off, he pressed it into her hands. "Here you go."
Violeta mumbled a flustered thanks and grabbed her pyjamas before disappearing into the bathroom. She stood behind the closed door for a few minutes, heart pattering weakly.
Gray leaned back against the bed, exhaling deeply. God, his girlfriend was going to be the death of him.
Violeta emerged a few minutes later, tugging the bottom of her Gray’s sweater over her flannel pyjama pants. Shy, she padded back to the bed.
When the door opened, Gray looked up and saw his shy girlfriend walk towards him. He grinned, his heart fluttering at how adorable she looked in his sweater.
“You look absolutely adorable,” he pulled her towards him. “Especially in that sweater.”
“It’s just another indication that I’m yours…” Violeta flushed pink, sliding onto his lap. “All yours.”
Gray lightly growled at her words, tightening his hold on her. "All mine."
Violeta shivered, letting his words wash over her. “Kiss me?” she requested timidly. “Please?”
Gray looked over at her, eyes darkening before he let a smirk graze his lips.
"With please, love," he murmured just as he took his mouth in hers.
Violeta exhaled shakily into his mouth, hands slipping over his shoulders, legs twining around his waist. She was getting used to the rhythm of each kiss now—no longer was she lost and clumsy.
Gray pressed his lips against hers harder, one of his hands on the back of his head while the other rested on her back. He remembered where he wasn't supposed to touch. And God, kissing her was like a drug. He found himself falling deeper and deeper into her each time they kissed, and he loved it.
And, in that moment——she wanted him to devour him, to wash away the pain and fragility with nothing but his mouth. Her lips grew more desperate on his.
Gray held back a groan at her actions, wanting to hear hers first before giving in to her. He bit down on her lip, tugging on it teasingly, wanting to know how she'd react to that.
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Violeta sucked in a sharp breath. Her mind went white, refused to start working—and before she could close her mouth again, a groan was slipping out. “G-Gray—“
Gray smirked against her mouth at the sound, pulling her closer, releasing her lip from his teeth and kissing her harder. “Yes, love?”
Violeta made a helpless noise halfway between a squeak and a breathless exhalation, moving her hands to the front of his shirt.
Gray pulled away to catch his breath before he clasped their lips together again, this time much softer than before. He moved his mouth with hers in sync, tenderly, letting her keep up with the pace. It wasn’t about making her make sounds. It was about tasting every corner of her mouth and making her feel loved and satisfied.
Violeta’s fingers tightened around the fabric of his shirt. He slowed down, she caught up——he was always so gentle with her.. She found herself melting in his arms, collapsing under the soft passion of the kiss.
