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His face flushes.
Once again, a burning crimson yet he nods.
Perhaps too eagerly, instead of having some level of composure.
βIβd love to.β
He meant that; though, now? Now sheβs practically vibratingβ. Whether itβs from him purring or just energy? Itβs unknown.
Eyes are suddenly wide open
Goosebumps dotting his skin once more, and his energy seems to peak.
βYou?β
Heβs flabbergasted; yet not denying it, not turning her down.
βReally? With me?β
βTired?β
His head shakes.
He hasnβt begun to experience exhaustion just yet; no, heβs just far more content with the smooches.
At least for now.
βWhat plans could you possibly have?β
She got him curious now; head cocking to the side, like an eager pup.
After a moment?
He finally tires of gnawing on her.
Instead; heβs guiding himself back to be face to face with her, opting for something sweeter.
Another little kiss.
At least before the adrenaline from all of this wears off and he gets sluggish.
Thereβs a glint of mischievousness in his eyes; a hint of the troublesome boy he once was, because now?
Now theyβre just taking turns biting each other.
Only Lloydβs purring like a happy cat with each and every single one.
This was all her fault.
Usually, those bright eyes glimmered with hope and bravery.
Yet now, they merely simmer with barely contained affection.
Shockingly, his blush is faint. Yet his smile is growing wider by the second. Yet heβs shifting, head brushing past her hands into the crook of her neck β
It was sweet in a strange way.
To have them both be comforted my something that brought them both unease.
Yet Lloydβs gaze returns to her, hand rising once more to frame her cheek. Thumb brushing along the womanβs cheekbone as tenderly as he could.
βIβm glad.β
It β
The worst part?
He should hate that song.
He shouldnβt enjoy the memory; yet now, in this safe moment? His shoulders lose their tension, eyes fall shut.
Yet the moment he feels her touch?
Heβs purring again.
Content and comfortable; simply just rumbling away beneath β
For a moment?
His head lolls back.
A genuine attempt to stretch and relax; though he smiles a bit wider at that old name, he never really understood it.
βIf Iβm the mouse, youβre the cat, right?β
He just had to clarify things, otherwise his sappy little brain may β
Itβd likely be a fair comparison.
Though despite her teasing; that giggle of hers was like music to him, just enough for him to forget about being embarrassed.
βCan you blame me?β
He finally had an outlet to share his affection with.
He didnβt have to bury it.
The pet name has him shiver.
Eyes closing for a brief second.
βI like that.β
He mumbles, lips peppering her shoulder as she snuggles closer. For the first time in forever? Heβs burning, almost sweating from how warm he feels.
βSo. . . Unfair. . .β
Heβs sulking.
He hasnβt let her go yet, but heβs sulking. Clearly embarrassed by the turn of events.
βI was hoping no one would ever hear me do that. . .β
A soft huff escapes, all while he offers a gentle embrace.
That name?
The bite?
Heβs jelly beneath her.
Unable to even gasp out at the sensation; his eyes instead flutter shut, and that soft rumbling persists.
Sheβs gotten him to start purring, and he canβt lie.
It feels so good, but so embarrassing.
If she nibbled?
Sheβd earn the softest, most imperceptible little rumble from his throat.
The start of what wouldβve been a purr.
βI guess it isnβt hard for you, but. . . I like it. . . A lot.β
He had to be honest, all to try to distract her from his own embarrassingβ
Minutes of this pass.
Until eventually?
He breaks, panting softly. Forehead to forehead, a hand moving.
Just to rest against her cheek as he stares at her with nothing but adoration in his gaze.
βLook what you do to me.β
He melts instantly.
The moment she reciprocates; his arms are around her tightly, like sheβd disappear.
Yet, every ounce of passion?
Itβs being returned.
βYouβve no idea what Iβm capable of, βrumi.β
A lot has changed.
Heβs changed.
Though heβs choosing to be the one to push things this time; so he tilts his jaw, just enough to bring his lips against hers once again.
He didnβt think sheβd do that.
His bravado is quickly melting.
βDunno, could ask you the same thing.β
That healthy distance is slowly being erased; forehead now resting against hers, all while his hands sink to her waist.
Of course that power wonβt go to her head.
Though, Lloydβs planning on returning some of the teasing.
A gentle hand moves, caressing her cheek before settling on her chin.
βBut you wonβt do anything, will you?β
He asks, leaning in ever so slightly.