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i wish (haha) i had a pic for this but unfortunately i'm not opening up photoshop at 8 am on a monday morning. maybe later.
the way it's 4 months later and i still don't have a pic......damn.
THE WAY IT'S A YEAR LATER AND I STILL DON'T HAVE A PIC...........whatever no pic
the way it's 4 months later and i still don't have a pic......damn.
THE WAY IT'S A YEAR LATER AND I STILL DON'T HAVE A PIC...........whatever no pic
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...Do you have them up front too?
[ just. checking. ]
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she swallows, knowing where all of this is probably going. and she could put a stop to this now if she could. but even she can't resist his touch for long, and in fact, she wants more of it. more of him.
and so, instead of answering him verbally, she's going to show him by reaching behind her back and unhooking her bra, letting it fall right onto her lap. as expected, her collar and cleavage is dotted with freckles, and i think i hc'd that she has a mole under her boob but that's not important rn (maybe).
... ]
You might... want to rinse me off, first. [ yeah. ]
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but, well, at least ishael's still got some common sense left in her. for all the friction lingering in the air, it would be downright uncomfortable if they both end up with soap suds everywhere. also the mole under her boob is very important and i will make sure to bring it up.
wriothesley just laughs softly, a little self-deprecating, and gets back to work on her hair. ]
You really know how to tease a guy. [ but he doesn't sound bothered by it. ] Anything else you'd like me to do while I'm at it?
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he doesn't seem to be bothered by all this, and that's the thing. she imagines that any other guy would've just gone for it, enabling her awful decisions even further until she regrets it the next morning. but he doesn't. or maybe he's rinsing off her hair first before he goes for it? she doesn't know anymore.
but what she does know is: ]
I... don't want you to feel pressured by my stupidity.
[ she clutches her chest, now turning red from the blush that has traveled from her cheeks and all the way down to her collarbone. ]
But maybe... Maybe I do want to end tonight like that. I just don't want to wake up the next morning like... like I made a mistake. Because being with you isn't a mistake.
finally crawls back here after two weeks, good lord
they do need to rinse off her hair first though, please. he has too much respect to leave it a mess. (even though he might leave her a mess.....? haha jk. unless?) even if he does laugh a little as he goes back to working his fingers through her hair, though the movements are slow and lazy and he spends half the time trailing his fingers across the nape of her neck. ]
We're both here, aren't we? I think that means I'm just as stupid as you are.
[ they can be stupid together so long as it means that he can linger around her a little longer. his fingers slow and then stop and then disappear, only to be replaced by the press of his lips. ]
And since I'm not the brightest bulb in the box, you'll have to tell me when to stop.
[ jk they're not going to finish her hair ]
crawls back from my ayto inbox aaaahh
I will. But first...
[ she turns around on her seat, finally facing wriothesley and leans in far too close, her lips hovering over his. ]
You're going to have to do more than that if you want me to tell you to stop.
[ because she's going to lean in for a kiss, and it looks like she's not stopping anytime soon. wow. kicks this back to you ]
i'm impressed you're still tagging other things outside of ayto
he'd love to blame this on the alcohol (and in fairness there's still plenty of alcohol lingering in his system) but the reality of the situation is that he's just a guy with eyes and perfectly human urges, and if a smoking hot woman is going to come up to him and kiss him on the mouth he's not going to say no?
instead he kisses her right back, heated and eager, his hands dropping so they can wrap around her waist to tug her closer until she's pressed up against him - not that there's all that much space between them to start with. ]
im on a smut withdrawal rn ok don't look at me
needless to say, bathtime is all but forgotten. hell, she'll even lead wriothesley to bed herself and continue where they'd left off and more. so much more. this night of drunken passion will go on till the very wee hours until they're all but spent in each other's arms. and for the first time in a long while, ishmael feels content and comfortable, given how she's apparently a big cuddler in bed.
and before she knew it, sunlight has begun to shaft through the blinds of their hotel room, hitting the both of them in the face. she's still too tired to get up though, not to mention her hair practically wrapping around wriothesley's body like some sentient creature, so good luck with that king. ]