Just awful, ( van agrees with a dramatic roll of his eyes, tipping his chin to kiss her again before more words decide that they want to leave him, his lips brushing against hers as he speaks, a little silly. ) I don't know why we put up with his bullshit.
( as though there aren't at least thousands of reasons why, some shallower than the rest and some that make van's heart feel like it's going to burst right out of his chest in a way that feels just as horrible and incomprehensible as it sounds. usually he has a far easier time saying questionably mean things to jules's face than he does behind his back, but considering present company, the way her delicate fingers slide so easily through his hair, he feels oddly at ease.
maybe he'll just nose against her cheek a little, trail featherlight kisses along her jaw, his hand letting go of her shirt so it can settle on her hip, fingertips brushing gently against her bare skin. ) You didn't answer my question.
[ the kisses are distracting and essie is frequently easily distracted, lacking much of that hyperfocus that jules has always possessed and has tried to help her with since they were a little younger. they'd turn off their phones and face away from the television and sometimes each other when doing homework, though eventually, they would find themselves intertwined again.
she hums happily, letting him kiss her, her jaw and her chin, the touch unfamiliar but unusual nonetheless. ]
There's nothing wrong with that. I'm just surprised you want to at all, [ essie confesses with a little shrug of her shoulders, not really pressing the matter, but speaking her mind as she often does. ]
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Date: 2020-05-20 04:45 am (UTC)( as though there aren't at least thousands of reasons why, some shallower than the rest and some that make van's heart feel like it's going to burst right out of his chest in a way that feels just as horrible and incomprehensible as it sounds. usually he has a far easier time saying questionably mean things to jules's face than he does behind his back, but considering present company, the way her delicate fingers slide so easily through his hair, he feels oddly at ease.
maybe he'll just nose against her cheek a little, trail featherlight kisses along her jaw, his hand letting go of her shirt so it can settle on her hip, fingertips brushing gently against her bare skin. ) You didn't answer my question.
( maybe he just wants to Know. )
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Date: 2020-05-24 05:36 am (UTC)[ the kisses are distracting and essie is frequently easily distracted, lacking much of that hyperfocus that jules has always possessed and has tried to help her with since they were a little younger. they'd turn off their phones and face away from the television and sometimes each other when doing homework, though eventually, they would find themselves intertwined again.
she hums happily, letting him kiss her, her jaw and her chin, the touch unfamiliar but unusual nonetheless. ]
There's nothing wrong with that. I'm just surprised you want to at all, [ essie confesses with a little shrug of her shoulders, not really pressing the matter, but speaking her mind as she often does. ]