A smirk swept over his face. "So tasting you isn't heaven?"
Roleplay?
(Well then XD)
Fae’s whole face went red. “P-Pardon?”, she stuttered.
(Aah no come back)
Im back and alive! Lol )
Cruz's eyes softened, heart burning in reply to her adorable flush and stutter. "You really want me to repeat myself?" He chickled.
(Yay you’re back and alive!)
“Unless you want me to morph into a tomato, then…..”, she joked, still extremely flustered.
"I love you," he chuckled in amusement.
She ran a hand through her wet hair, smiling ridiculously widely.
"You are so lovely to me,"
(Awwwwwwwwwwww)
Her eyes shone brighter at this, softening as she took his words and tucked them away somewhere safe where she could relive them all over again later. “And you are the single most amazing person I have ever met.”
Alice walked over to the girls. "Okay. You two ready for this?"
"You already know my answer. Macha??" Sabine replied.
Macha grinned broadly. “Of course.”
He looked down with flattered unsureness, "If you say so…" he smiled.
“Do you need me to repeat it?”, she teased, bumping shoulders with him.
"I wouldn't mind it," he rolled his head, cervical vertebra popping.
“I’d rather just kiss you.”, she smiled, leaning in.
No come baaaacc)
"Deal." He decided smoothly.
She cupped his face in her hands, brushing her thumb lightly across his stubble and gently touching her lips to his, teasing him.
He caught on to this rather fast, and brought his hands up to make their kiss less light andbrushing.
Fae pressed harder, then pulled back a little, her lips almost touching his.
"I hate you," he spoke in a teasing, facetious smile, "You leave me so dissatisfied,"
She smirked, although her heart was pounding so hard she was sure he could hear it. “I guess you’ll have to do something about that, then.” She spoke in a low, teasing tone unlike her.
His eyebrows raised a smidge in surprise.
She leaned in again, only to press a slow kiss to his cheek.
"Well this is odd," he spoke like a narrator on television, "Cruz has never been flirted on. He has always been the flirter,"
She smirked again, hopelessly confused with herself and her actions. “Then why doesn’t he flirt right back?”
He made eye contact with her again, "This is a good question… can you handle it?"
(As long as they don’t get too frisky)
(Please no friskiness)
“I’ll tell you if I get uncomfortable.”
We can just skip it? )
"Are you sure?"
Erm………………………. please? I’m not really comfortable with implying it either, sorry)
“You know where my boundaries are.”