Sweethearts

seasons came and changed the time
when I grew up, I called him mine
he would always laugh and say,
remember when we used to play?

bang bang

“Run away with me.”

“I’m right here! We’re always running.”

“Then sprint away with me.”

Sweethearts

“Hunter. I know you. What do you plan on doing, hm?”

“I’m gonna find him. And you don’t know me.”

Sweethearts

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“You tell the worst jokes.” She says. Looks up with a smile wide and goading as Torch looks down.

The gleam of his teeth as he smiles back is bright in the light coming through the open window. She can just see mini bar, still open from when she raided it for the horribly expensive bag of apple sweets for breakfast, around the curve of his leg as he steps closer and she blinks.

Squints into the light over dramatically, raises a hand for shade; he catches it midway and doesn’t let it go.

“I tell the best jokes. You just can’t tell because you prefer filth like Casino Royale to Empire Strikes Back, God wonders why.” He sighs as he says it, bends to give her the full effect of his bitter disappointment and a kiss to her cheek that lands on her lips and lingers too long to be an accident.

He tells another joke; she laughs anyway.

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She hasn’t said a word since they got the room key.

He downs his drink and doesn’t need to ask why.

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He hears her sigh from across the room and he lifts his head slowly, grinning like a very relaxed Cheshire cat.

“You can’t get massaged in your own room?”

“There’s more light in the front room. I like the way the sun rays feel on my bare skin.”

Her eyes roll towards the ceiling and she pulls a face he’s come to know well as her ‘feigning disgust’ face. In the back of his mind this is all going very differently.

She’s laying on her back on the massage table, soft sheet over her naked body and feet that don’t reach the end of the table peeking out. It makes him smile as he runs a finger down her arm.

Hunter walks across the room and pulls a bottle of wine from the table, pouring a glass. Kason watches as she presses the glass to her lips, taking a long drink and leaving a brush of red on the rim.

Red lips around a white smile and then a small sigh. Her body shifting beneath the cotton kiss of the sheet, a flash of tan leg, knee, thigh. His hand slides up the inner thigh and Hunter laughs. A deep, fatale laugh that makes his cock hard.

“You still enjoying those rays?”

Kason closes his eyes and hums. “Mmhmm.”

There’s a bit of a pause, and he swears he can hear her swallow the red wine. His back burns and it’s more than just the sun now. He can feel her watching him, considering him, and he moves his arms out, stretching. Shifts his muscles beneath the skin.

There’s a longer pause and then her bare feet against the carpet. “I need to look over the case file. Next time you’re naked in the front room tell me so I can bolt my door, thanks.” But her voice has a smile attached to it.

Kason goes back into his thoughts. Her kiss leaves a mark on his lips and her bare shoulders as she sits up make his muscles tighten.

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Her smile is the spark.

His spine ignites and sends flames throughout his body. It’s too much and then that’s it.

Clothes off, lips locked, it just makes him hotter. Makes his blood burn. Hunter slides her fingers in his hair, slow, but then grips it tight and his moan vibrates in her mouth.

They make it to the bed, just barely. Her knickers come off before her shoes and when she does kick them off she gives him a coy smile. Almost the same one she gives the men she has to trick, the ones she needs to get information from or even the ones who will soon become good friends with a bullet from her gun.

But this smile is not quite the same. It’s a smile just for him. The fire is spreading fast.

While he works his mouth over her chest and makes her beg with his hand between her legs, he watches as she blushes the same shade of rosy pink that colors her sheets. 

“Hunter.” His throat just about purrs her name and she looks at him, eyelids half closed.

Then her back arches and she gasps in surprise, hands gripping him anywhere she can.

He wonders how he’ll calm the flames once he’s gone.

Sweethearts

takethewords:

Oh how you’d run
if you knew a single one
all of the things that I’ve done

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takethewords:

Would my face give me away
but I know it wont
cause I don’t even feel
I just reflect what you expect

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takethewords:

I keep things carefully covered
so no one will discover
that I could be the culprit
I’m sorry I cant help it

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takethewords:

If you dig under my feet
you will find things that you don’t want to see
things that I hide deep down inside

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