Post by Ashley Wolfe on Mar 25, 2024 23:20:37 GMT -5
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Gemma settled her weight against him, arms rested on his shoulders and a hand sifting into his hair. She hummed consideringly and Ashley watched her through his lashes, uncertain which deserved more of his focus — the drag of her fingers against him or the look of her lips as she pursed them thoughtfully. Without giving it much thought of his own, his hands moved from the small of her back to slip under the hem of her borrowed shirt-slash-dress; fingers brushing up the warm skin of her outer thighs before settling on her hips. [break][break]
She floated herself into the air, eye-level with him once more, and breathed the start of a tease against his lips. And, even as his smile threatened to pull, the whisper returned to his mind — a reluctant reminder — that he was going to be good. Going to do this right. But, still, his thumbs pressed before somehow finding their way beneath the flimsy little straps above her hips. They hadn't done anything right so far, another (distinctly Wayland) whisper argued. Why start now? [break][break]
She lowered herself back to the ground, looking up at him and smiling too innocently with the chosen box of baking mix in hand. [break][break]
"Good choice," he mused slowly, before snatching the box from her hand and simultaneously spinning them, and her, around. With her placed now between him and the counter, back to him, he brought the box before them and pretended to have a nice, long look over the instructions on the back; reading the ingredients out in a low mumble over her head while his other hand roamed from her hip and to her ribs. "Certainly seems do-able," he decided, mouth tucking a bit wryly as he dragged his fingers back to her waist with the slightest suggestion of squeeze. [break][break]
"Yep," he said, voice more chipper (and fleetingly cheeky) as he set the box down and abruptly stepped from her. He pulled open the fridge and grabbed the carton of eggs, as well as a block of cream cheese and a stick of butter to soften for the frosting, then turned back with a grin curled at only one corner of his mouth. "Think you can grab the vegetable oil and powdered sugar?" His gaze lifted to the cabinet above her head and he gave it a nod as he set everything on the counter. "It's top shelf. Don't be afraid to ask for help, Ms. Tip Toe." He winked, grin evening and widening. With her Gift, heights were hardly an issue, but he couldn't help but take a stab at it when and where he could. Just because. [break][break]
Chuckling, he knelt to gather a couple mixing bowls and pans from the lower cabinets and spoke with his back to her. "Any ideas for a movie?" The question was followed by a stifled yelp as a dog (still greatly excited and eager to help) pressed close to stick a tongue directly in his ear.
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now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes[break]and i'm split in half but that'll have to do
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AND I'LL DREAM EACH NIGHT
of some version of you that i might not have but i did not lose
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Gemma settled her weight against him, arms rested on his shoulders and a hand sifting into his hair. She hummed consideringly and Ashley watched her through his lashes, uncertain which deserved more of his focus — the drag of her fingers against him or the look of her lips as she pursed them thoughtfully. Without giving it much thought of his own, his hands moved from the small of her back to slip under the hem of her borrowed shirt-slash-dress; fingers brushing up the warm skin of her outer thighs before settling on her hips. [break][break]
She floated herself into the air, eye-level with him once more, and breathed the start of a tease against his lips. And, even as his smile threatened to pull, the whisper returned to his mind — a reluctant reminder — that he was going to be good. Going to do this right. But, still, his thumbs pressed before somehow finding their way beneath the flimsy little straps above her hips. They hadn't done anything right so far, another (distinctly Wayland) whisper argued. Why start now? [break][break]
She lowered herself back to the ground, looking up at him and smiling too innocently with the chosen box of baking mix in hand. [break][break]
"Good choice," he mused slowly, before snatching the box from her hand and simultaneously spinning them, and her, around. With her placed now between him and the counter, back to him, he brought the box before them and pretended to have a nice, long look over the instructions on the back; reading the ingredients out in a low mumble over her head while his other hand roamed from her hip and to her ribs. "Certainly seems do-able," he decided, mouth tucking a bit wryly as he dragged his fingers back to her waist with the slightest suggestion of squeeze. [break][break]
"Yep," he said, voice more chipper (and fleetingly cheeky) as he set the box down and abruptly stepped from her. He pulled open the fridge and grabbed the carton of eggs, as well as a block of cream cheese and a stick of butter to soften for the frosting, then turned back with a grin curled at only one corner of his mouth. "Think you can grab the vegetable oil and powdered sugar?" His gaze lifted to the cabinet above her head and he gave it a nod as he set everything on the counter. "It's top shelf. Don't be afraid to ask for help, Ms. Tip Toe." He winked, grin evening and widening. With her Gift, heights were hardly an issue, but he couldn't help but take a stab at it when and where he could. Just because. [break][break]
Chuckling, he knelt to gather a couple mixing bowls and pans from the lower cabinets and spoke with his back to her. "Any ideas for a movie?" The question was followed by a stifled yelp as a dog (still greatly excited and eager to help) pressed close to stick a tongue directly in his ear.
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now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes[break]and i'm split in half but that'll have to do
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