Under Seven Minutes // Private RP

“Yes, love?” Gray hummed, walking slower on purpose, wanting to have her like that as much as possible.

Violeta muttered something unintelligible against his skin, her legs tightening around his waist.

Gray laughed, nuzzling her cheek lovingly.

“It’s such a nice day out,” he hummed. “Don’t you think so?”

“Much nicer now that you’re with me,” Violeta hummed bashfully, praying he didn’t tease her again. “The sun shines a little brighter every time you smile.”

Gray looked at her in amusement, though there was intense love present in his eyes.

“When did you become so smooth, Vy?” He chuckled. “I love you, you know that, right?”

I love you. The words were sunlight across her skin, warming her to the core.

“I’m trying my best,” she answered, flustered. “So I don’t melt into a tiny puddle every time you compliment me.”

“But I love it when you do,” Gray chuckled, almost nearing his car. He slowed down even more. “It makes me feel good knowing I’m the cause of it.”

Violeta pressed her cheek against his, a tiny ‘mph’ of complaint at his teasing leaving her mouth. “I bet I can tease you,” she declared suddenly. “And make you flustered.”

“Can you?” Gray laughed teasingly. “All right, then. If you say so.”

“While we’re in the car,” Violeta continued confidently, “I’m going to bite my lip and lean over and give you kisses on the jaw.”

Gray’s eyes flickered to her as best as they could. “And then I’m going to push you against the seat and kiss you breathless. How does that sound?”

Violeta’s blood roared in her ears. “I—Um—But you’d be driving!”

“I’ll pull over,” Gray responded smoothly. “Then we’d have one less problem.”

Violeta shivered against him, slipping to the ground when they stopped in front of a familiar car. Face red, she reached for the door. “I—I bet you won’t.”

Gray pressed her against his car, smirking down at her. “Are you sure you want to bet over that, love?”

Violeta stared up at him with wide, dazed eyes. Her face burned red as she reached up, pressing her thumb against his lips.

Gray stared down at her, the smirk dying from his lips. He pressed his mouth against her thumb, kissing it softly.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look today?” He murmured, bending down a little more. “More so up close?”

Violeta couldn’t breathe. Her heart slammed out a desperate message, an S.O.S, a call for someone to resurrect her crumbling composure.

Beautiful. Her mouth moved to form the foreign word, silent. Kiss me.

Gray’s eyes dropped to her lips to see the words she mouthed before lifting back to her eyes. They had the same desire in them. Gray listened. He leaned in and pressed their mouths together, palms pressing on either side of her.

Violeta melted instantly against him, reaching up with weak arms and threading her fingers through his hair. She tugged against the thick strands, a tiny noise escaping from the back of her throat.

Gray growled at the sound she made, pressing her harder against his car. He took her lip between his teeth and tugged gently, wanting her to make the sound again. He let go, setting one hand on her cheek, caressing the skin softly.

Out slipped another sound and the rest of Violeta’s control over her actions. Her fingers tightened in his hair, tugging harder just as the rest of her body weakened beneath his.

Gray pulled back with a gasp, breathing heavily as he rested his forehead against hers. His eyes were closed, lips swollen. Finally, he opened his eyes to look at his girlfriend.

“I absolutely love kissing you like that,” he managed out through heavy breaths. “Especially when you go slack against me.”

Eyes glazed with pleasure, Violeta slid her hands down to his chest, where she gripped his shirt weakly. Her inexperienced mouth, swollen and pink from prolonged contact, was too numb to properly form words, so she favoured a soft noise instead.

Gray clutched the hand gripping his shirt, bending down to peck Violeta’s lips again, this time in a more teasing way.

“See what I mean?” His voice rumbled in his chest. “I kissed you breathless. Get in the car, love.”

Violeta shuddered against him, eyes fixed to his mouth even after she pulled away. Unsteady on her feet, she climbed into the car, heat and colour flooding her face.

Gray chuckled and shut the door behind her, walking over to the driver’s seat and sitting down. He looked at Violeta before reaching over to buckle her seatbelt, giving her a peck on the mouth as he did so.

He settled back on his seat, buckled his own seatbelt, brought the car to life and pulled out of the parking lot.

Violeta swayed forward at the loss of contact, dazed and flustered by her boyfriend’s actions. She raised a hand to her puffy mouth, grazing the faint bite mark with the tip of one finger.

Gray occasionally looked at Violeta from the corner of his eyes, a soft smile on his features. Her lips were still swollen (of course), and her hair was messy. Gray chuckled.

"You should fix your hair, love," Gray said in a low, amused voice. "I messed it all up, it seems."

Violeta hastily reached up to rearrange it, heated tones still prominent on her flustered features.

“I—“ She swallowed thickly. “I like it when you put your hands in my hair.”