❝of that, I am quite aware.❞ her gestures, fearless and reckless rest on her malicious intent. ❝Must I say, it’s my second priority next to murder. The little darlings beg to be spared after I let them. Though it’s impossible to bestow that on you, is it not?❞
“Oh don’t they all? But, must you bring them up in a time like this? — Are you trying to ruin my mood, Sweet Mira?” he asks, not really answering her question. His hand snatches her chin, and he kneads her lips with a thumb. A breath away. Skin against skin. Cold against cold. He falls silent for a while, as his golden gaze settles upon hers. “… Are you trying to figure me out?"
miranda says nothing..only a simple look into Marlowe’s eyes while he slicks his thumb over her lip. A short silence follows, until he asked something that she could answer. ❝Figure you out? Perhaps I am. Not a great deal, however. I like you in your mysterious glory. ❞
❝of course I’ll laugh, at the very least.❞ she replies with a tinge of bitterness in her words while her hand grasps his waist. ❝Because you loathe love, if I remember correctly.❞
“That I do.” A smug grin, as he wraps a hand around the nape of her neck, pulling her into him. “But… that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy a lil’ fucking every now and then — surprising as it seems, vanilla sex is in my list as well."
❝of that, I am quite aware.❞ her gestures, fearless and reckless rest on her malicious intent. ❝Must I say, it’s my second priority next to murder. The little darlings beg to be spared after I let them. Though it’s impossible to bestow that on you, is it not?❞
❝it deprends, somewhat. Most of the time couples simply fuck in any bathing-together situation, though not always.
why? Curious?❞
A smug grin graces his lips, a sign of approval, and mischief. “What if I am? Are you going to sate my curiosity?” Fingers tracing patterns on her calf.
❝of course I’ll laugh, at the very least.❞ she replies with a tinge of bitterness in her words while her hand grasps his waist. ❝Because you loathe love, if I remember correctly.❞
ー[ ♤ ] a shiver twists down her veins while she tries to look away…an uncomfortable miasma lingers in her throat as she staggers a cough. She looks into his eyes now although she casts a relaxed look.
“oh, let me guess,” she begins. “Passionate sex against the wall?”
So even a woman like her were capable of having such thoughts. He chuckled, staring up at the ceiling with glow in the dark stickers dotting its surface. Why look at fake ones when you can look at real ones? The solid ceiling vanished, revealing the night sky speckled with a constellations of stars.
“That’s not a bad idea,” he said, eyebrows raised with amusement, then he turned his head to look at her. “Why don’t we give it a try?"
⊰ ♡ ⊱ ”but why so?“ a chuckle adorns the tranquility of her voice, ringing in a dark tone. "I’d hope to do something like that with someone who loves me. Not because of some uncouth man who’d say and do almost anything to have such a thing granted."
she smirks, a fake, artless expression graces her, resting atop the edges of her mouth. It is dark, but no where near as dark is it is in her very mind. Her ungloved hand caresses Marlowe’s jawline. His smile looks ever so foolish… What a pretentious, disgraceful man.
