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Children Of The Prophecy - Pt. 2
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A/N: that moment when you want to describe a building but you have no idea how those things are called in your native language (left alone English)
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“Hey, Allie!” Will’s voice echoed through the house “We’re gonna be late!”
He was dressed in all black, a big hood covering his unruly chocolate brown hair and half his face.
He was putting his shoes on when he heard footsteps on the stairs. He immediately recognized the pattern as his sister’s and turned around to face her.
Alyssa Blackwood, also known as the twin with common sense (or at least to some extent), stood before him. She was dressed similarly, the only difference being her thin-rimmed glasses.
She also put her shoes on, and reached for a coat, but then retracted her hand and instead looked at the weather widget on her phone.
“How the hell is it 18℃ already?” she asked, exasperated “we literally had a blizzard last week”
Will just shrugged, apparently used to the absolute mish-mash of a winter, and took out a spring jacket.
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Fifteen minutes later, the twins were standing in front of Hotel Morad.
It was huge, but not really impressive in its build. It was ten stories high (not counting the ground floor, of course). It was in the corner of a busy intersection, right in the sweet sweet city of Warsaw.
It had a ton of windows, and by ‘a ton’ I mean a lot. It also had no balconies for some reason, maybe the architects thought it was safer that way.
The building itself was flint-colored, with olive details. The ground floor was painted black, with giant white Corinthian pillars supporting the first floor. There were more windows, this time reaching from the floor to the ceiling. The entrance was on the right side of the building and consisted of a revolving door with a cornice on top.
They nonchalantly waltzed inside, making sure to take in the floor plans.
The interior wasn’t much different than the outside. It was clean, pristine almost, which probably took a lot of work from the janitors.
The walls were mostly white, although some of them had a slight silvery gray tint to them. There were a lot of potted plants, from succulents to small palm trees to some unidentified green bush, or rather—as the tag said—Jerzy. Most of the flowerpots and counters were made of birch wood, with—in the case of the counters— granite countertops.
On the right from the entrance, there was a lounge area with porpoise sofas and a big TV displaying a football match.
On the left was a boring-looking reception desk, with an even more bored receptionist behind it.
They were on their phone, paying no mind to the new arrivals.
The twins strolled to the elevators, which were vis-a-vis the entrance. Luckily there was no one inside.
Will pressed the button for the fourth floor, and they started ascending. After reaching their destination, the elevator made a ‘ding’ sound and Allie pushed the button for the second floor.
Four buttons later, the lift stopped on the fifth floor.
Someone, no, a woman, entered the small space. They didn’t dare look at her.
“Do góry?” the woman asked, in a sweet, soft voice. The kind you’d use to talk to an animal or a child. They didn’t acknowledge her.
Allie looked at the small screen above the buttons, displaying the time for reaching the final floor.
Fifteen seconds.
“Ładna dziś pogoda, hm?” the woman kept questioning
Ten seconds
“Jak tam wasza mama?”
Five
Despite not knowing what the woman was saying, the next sentence filled them with dread: “Myślicie, że ona zasługiwała na śmierć?” her voice has lost its sugary tone, and now seemed disturbing, inhuman almost
Allie had never thought she would be happy to hear that dinging sound.
She grabbed Will by his arm and half-dragged him out of the cramped space, still not looking at Her.
“Miłego dnia, dzieciaczki!” the woman cheered, her voice back to normal
And in that exact moment, everything went to shit. Allie really tried to stop it, believe me, and yet nothing could stop her brother’s impulses.
“What did she say?” asked Will, not quite aware of the consequences. Yet.
Well you see, that was a mistake, and it could cost them tremendously.
Because the woman was not human, and not to be interacted with. Nor acknowledged by the travelers.
The woman flashed them a grin, full of sharp, pointed teeth. Definitely not something that was supposed to be in a person’s mouth. Well, if they were human, at least.
Allie reacted quickly. She grabbed her brother’s arm, dragging him away from the elevator and deeper into the hallway.
Their footsteps loudly echoed through the corridor, The woman behind them was making no sound, which was only making it more terrifying.
They bolted, not turning back, yet just knowing the woman was right behind them.
The hallway slowly morphed into a pathway, with dead trees on both sides, so dense it created a wall. Eliminating any possible ways of escaping.
Despite that, they kept running.
The gravel crunched under their feet as the twins made their way through the dimension.
They ran, and ran until it felt as if there was no more air in their lungs and their legs were made of jelly.
Allie stumbled, and fell, bringing WIll down with her.
They weren’t even sure whether the woman was still following them or not, but they didn’t dare look back.
“Hey, look!” her brother whisper-shouted, pointing at something while helping her up
It was a small gap in the unbreachable wall the trees created, a simple crack leading to salvation.
They crawled through the opening, got to their feet, and glanced through the hole,
The woman made no noise, and was nowhere to be seen, although there seemed to be a strange red glow getting closer and closer.
Will ducked, signaling for Allie to do the same.
The glow seemed to approach the only crack in the barrier separating them from their unmistakable demise, and stay there for what felt like an eternity.
It felt as if it knew they were there, just a few feet from it.
And then, it just disappeared.
Allie finally felt able to take a deep breath.
She felt a hand grabbing hers, and so she gave into its gentle lead.
“Where are we going?” she asked
Her brother didn’t reply.
“Will?”
Something was wrong
“Will?” she repeated, louder
“Allie?” she heard, a faint voice in the distance “Where are you? I can’t see you!”
She felt her blood run cold. If that was Will’s voice, then who was dragging her through the forest?
“WI—” she screamed, trying to get her hand free, but was cut off by a cold hand pressing on her mouth
She felt herself turn rigid and paired with how pale and cold she was, she might as well have been a corpse.
“Shhhh” she heard, in a hushed voice
Allie glanced at the person, not being able to make out their features. What she was able to make out, however, was that they were shaking their head from side to side, while mouthing her brother’s name.
Despite everything, she understood the implication. Whoever was the owner of Will’s that voice was not in fact her twin.
She took a shaky breath and felt the hand lift from her mouth.
“What’s going on?” she asked, voice quiet
The person just stared at her in question, the whites of their eyes shining in the darkness.
She heard a twig snap somewhere close, and she was sure the person also heard it because their eyes widened.
Allie felt them move but wasn’t sure where. A big branch was placed in her hand.
“Allie?” she wasn’t so sure it was her brother anymore, ‘his’ voice had that strange note in it. It was cracking, as if whatever was pretending to be him was struggling to use its vocal cords. “Hey, I think she’s gone! I heard her run down the path.” ‘heard’? Huh, weird “We should get our asses out of here!”
She felt the same cold hand on her shoulder, keeping her glued to the ground.
“Hey, Will?” she heard a voice say. It took her a while to realize it was her own “What is my middle name?”
“Why would you ask me that right now?” again, his voice cracked, this time more subtle. The thing was learning.
“Just answer me, please” This was so wrong
“It’s Nadine, of course” So something was really wearing her brother’s face, huh? And a mistake like that, so easy to avoid?
She could see him it in a small patch of moonlight. She readied the bough
“No, it’s not,” she said slowly, with a strange clarity, considering what she was about to do
The thing lunged at her, and she instinctively swung the branch. It hit something, and she heard a dull thud.
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Will awoke slowly.
The first thing he noticed straight away was that his head was pounding.
The second, was that he was tied up.
He opened his eyes, cringing at the bright light almost blinding him.
It took him a while to make out the silhouette of his sister, standing in front of him.
They were in a shed of some sort. He looked around.
Yep, definitely a shed.
He noted the chains hanging on the wall, the wooden floor with a weird stain in the center of it, and how the light didn't seem to reach one of the corners.
"What's going on?" He asked, trying and failing to move against the restraints
"What's the last thing you remember?" Questioned Allie, her voice weirdly devoid of emotion. Despite being of similar height, she was towering above him.
Will's memory was foggy "The uh, woman? Chasing us?" He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably "We fell, I think?"
"Well done," she said "That's the only question you seem to know the right answer to"
He didn't know what she meant by that.
"Wh—What's that supposed to mean?"
His sister flashed him a creepy-looking grin.
“Allie, are you possessed?” he asked in a high-pitched voice “Or something?”
Allie snickered, pacing around him. “Hah, that’s rich, coming from you”
That’s when something clicked “O—okay, so you think I’m possessed, yeah?” he pronounced each word carefully, eyeing his sister “So, maybe I can prove to you I’m not?”
Allie pondered the idea for a second, and then said “Sure.”
“Really?” he asked, like a fool
“No.”
His sister took out a knife.
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“Hey Als?” said Will, sitting down next to his sister
There was a moment of silence, the only sound being the quiet buzzing of a light bulb.
“Yeah?” she replied, not looking at him
“I don't think we were in The Otherworld…” he started “It was different, I don’t know what went wrong, but—”
Allie shifted slightly “Do you ever shut up about that stupid realm?!” she yelled, jumping to her feet “All you do is talk about that stupid dimension, or The Lady In Red, or the fact that you don’t remember half the trip there! For two. fucking. weeks.”
He flinched at that
“Just shut the hell up, okay?!” and with that, she stormed off, leaving him on the floor, his back against the living room wall
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Hello, fellow mortals, it's me again.
This part is kinda short (I had to rewrite like half of the chapter, oof) Still, I hope you'll enjoy it
By the way, Józio is a polish name and it's pronounced Yoo-zioh (or something like that)
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Children Of The Prophecy - pt. 3
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Tw: Very casual mention of death, Hell as a place (mentioned), my awful describing of architecture
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Jesse took a careful step out of the elevator as if testing the ground. She looked around, eyes scanning her surroundings, but finding nothing alarming.
Just a simple gravel path, leading to god knows where.
The tiny stones crunched under her boots as she made her way across the forest. The trees surrounded the path, like a steel wall.
With no way to break through.
And so she kept walking and walking until she somehow found herself facing an entrance to a cave.
It was deep, and by that I mean there was absolutely no way to see its other side.
Jesse took out her phone and turned the flashlight on.
A faint glow illuminated the void in front of her. It wasn’t a lot, but it’d have to suffice.
She crossed the metaphorical threshold, behind which the darkness began, and stumbled on the uneven floor.
She steadied herself, and carefully descended further.
Jesse pointed her phone at the wall closest to her and saw ‘The Church OF–’ with the last word being scratched out by something with huge claws, that apparently wasn’t happy with whatever being the religion was dedicated to.
Well, one thing was for sure, and it was the fact that–judging from all the stuff that was lined up next to the wall, including an altar–the entity was greatly cherished by many.
On the wall on the right of the room cave was a tapestry.
It hung about two, no, three meters up and reached the ground. On its surface, there was a depiction of a sunrise over the mountains, and a silvery river that wound around the hills like a ribbon made of stardust.
Jesse approached it, and hastily slid her index finger across its rough surface.
She retracted her hand as soon as the unnaturally loud 'click' echoed through the chamber.
Huh, strange, she thought
She carefully pushed the fabric aside, revealing a small door made of red wood.
That wasn't here before— wait, 'before'?
She just shrugged, and cautiously grabbed the handle. Having caused no reaction, she pressed on it, opening the door.
The tunnel behind it was nothing like what she expected; it was tiny, and despite her being 5'4" she'd have to crawl to fit through.
Eh, raz kozie śmierć, she said to herself
Jesse got on her knees, and slowly crawled into the small opening.
No matter how far she went, the tunnel seemed to never end, and it was getting more and more claustrophobic with every second she spent there.
"Fuck you and your tunnels" she snarled, coughing from the dust
Then, she heard a loud creak, like something old was opened.
She stilled.
The noise didn't continue.
She took a few more 'steps' and realized she was staring into a deep, endless pit, just inches from falling into it.
Jesse narrowed her eyes, trying to make out anything down there.
Nothing,
Well, at least not that she could see.
She heard a crack, felt the ground beneath her shift, and suddenly found herself falling down the hole.
Her mind was screaming at her, to grab something, anything, but there was no use. The walls were unnaturally smooth and barren, providing no help in her situation.
She could of course spread her arms and legs out, in hopes of stopping the fall, but the most probable income was that she would—in the best case scenario—scrape her skin off, or—in the worst—break something.
Suddenly, the air around her seemed to shake—ha, ironic, isn't it?—and soon after she found herself lying on some uneven surface, unscathed.
"What the hell…" she whispered
Jesse shakily got up to her legs. There were no walls around her, at least not that she could see. The whole place was coated in darkness so dense you could cut it with a butter knife and put it on your sandwich. Not that it would taste like anything, except maybe dust.
There was nothing around her, sans the flat stone ground she stood on.
She felt something unexplainable, like a force pulling her forward, which soon led her to a dilapidated stone arch that appeared to be glowing.
Jesse slowly edged closer to it and examined the weird structure. It was made of stone blocks, stacked one on top of another, and was about three meters tall. She carefully placed her hand on its coarse surface and flinched at the cold that seemed to go through her.
The arch came to life, a bright white flame igniting in the center of it.
Jesse reached out with her hand to touch the flame, and to her surprise, it didn’t burn. It wasn't even hot.
She ignored the slight tingling in her hand and mechanically came closer to the flame. The nearer she was, the bigger the flame got.
As soon as she entered it, the archway exploded in white light, engulfing her, and the surroundings completely.
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Jesse woke up in a spacious room. The walls were made of black bricks, just like the floor, and there were ripped red curtains covering the pane-less windows,
She tried to move from the uncomfortable position she was in but quickly found herself unable due to the fact that she was tied to a chair.
And not just any chair, one of those fancy castle ones. It was painted black, with red cushions, the shade matching the curtains and the rug beneath it.
She tugged at the rope binding her hands, but to no avail. Perfect, just perfect, she thought
She grabbed her necklace with her teeth and pulled.
The delicate chain ripped almost immediately, nevertheless leaving a reddened, painful line on her neck. Something to worry about later. She leaned forward, the pendant still in her mouth, pressing its sharp edge to the rope. Slowly but surely, it gave in, freeing her right hand.
She grabbed the pendant, but in her hurry, it slipped from her sweaty fingers and landed on the floor with a quiet metal clank.
“Fuck” she murmured, trying and failing to reach it. Both of her legs, her left hand, and her torso were still bound.
She put all of her weight on one side of the chair, slipping her foot with the rope still on from its leg. She did the same on the other side, leaned to try and reach the pendant again.
She had however miscalculated how much force she needed and ended up falling to the right with a squeak of surprise, still attached to the chair.
Jesse grabbed what was left of her necklace, and started rubbing it at the rope binding her left hand.
“Well, well, I see you've woken up” a loud voice boomed through the chamber
She didn’t reply. The rope snapped. One more.
A figure, covered by shadows slowly entered her eyeshot.
The shadows slowly dissipated, revealing an unnaturally tall figure slowly approaching her.
It stopped about a meter and a half in front of her, and now she could make out its features
It was a man, with shoulder-length raven-black hair, a ghostly pale face, and unnaturally looking eyes. She wasn’t sure what exactly was wrong with him, but it made her experience an uncanny valley.
He was really tall, definitely more than two meters, and wore a formerly white linen shirt, hemp pants tucked into leather boots, and a woolen cloak, all in various shades of black-ish green and brown. He looked ancient.
“Hello, child,” he said, not looking at her
Jesse kept trying to cut the rope “Who are you?” she asked, her voice steady despite the fear she felt
The man grinned, but the emotion stopped at his mouth, not reaching his eyes which remained cold, untouched. “‘Who am I?’...” he said, “That’s a spot-on question, Jesse Valerie Shadewalker”
Jesse glanced at him, surprised, “That’s… Not my name”
“Oh, yeah, ‘Blackwood’. How could I’ve forgotten,” he said, his voice colder than the stone walls “we don’t use that surname anymore”
And at that moment, the pendant went through the last binding.
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Hello, I am back from the dead and I've come with the next part.
Basically, I'm having some technical difficulties and I'm not sure when I'll be able to post the next part. Sorry
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Children Of The Prophecy - pt. 4
Tw: mild Swearing, mild suffocating, stealing?
Summary: Jesse and her father visit a church
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Jesse followed the man through the castle's gloomy hallways. The ceiling was high, and so far away, she could barely make out its blurry outline.
The hallway in itself was about five meters wide and reminded her of a maze in its seemingly never-ending eternity.
Every few meters, there seemed to be yet another tunnel-like corridor, branching out from the main one like a horribly tall tree.
The man was silent, unnaturally so, but then again, every single thing about him seemed strange and, for a lack of a better word, artificial. Jesse had already figured out that he wasn't human, but presumably demonic in nature. Despite being a demonology student, she couldn't figure out what exactly he was. Possibly an Upiór?
"Hey uh," Jesse picked up her pace, noticing she had stayed behind "what are you, exactly?"
If the man was surprised by how straightforward she was, he didn't show it. He didn't even turn around to look at her.
"The name's A'graeth" he said flatly, as if he was waiting for her to ask "Welcome to my castle"
There was something eerily familiar to the man, like he was an old friend of Jesse's. She, however, doubted that.
They finally stopped in front of a huge mahogany door with a golden handle. A'graeth unceremoniously opened it and entered the room. Jesse followed.
It looked like a nursery. The walls were covered in some nice, flower print wallpaper, with a giant window on the wall in front of them. Silky red curtains framed it nicely, cascading down à la waterfall of blood. In front of the window was a rug, and on top of it stood a crib with a mobile hanging above it. It was made of five little birds, and some feathers. It looked handmade.
It was a pleasant surprise, considering she expected either a torture chamber or a dungeon.
"Come" he said, his voice still monotone
There was a rocking horse on the left, and some shelves on the right, which Jesse deemed unimportant.
She headed straight for the crib, and without hesitation slid her hand across its wooden frame. She blinked, and when she opened her eyes again she saw three people in the room with her.
A man, dressed in a black dress shirt tucked into leather pants, with a burgundy-ish camisole from the earlier mentioned material. He had knee-high boots, and a belt with a sword attached to it. His shoulders were covered by a dark cape that reached his ankles. His hair was black, shoulder length, and wavy, his eyes — dark, like the sky before a storm.
Next to him was a woman, with hair that reached her waist in a majestic cascade of fiery red curls. Her skin was the color of honey, and covered in hundreds of freckles. A tiara made of thin wire and pearls sat on the top of her head.
Her small frame was encased in the emerald green silk dress she wore. It was floor length, with an off-shoulder neckline. Her arms were covered by see-through bell sleeves. Her slim neck was decorated by a delicate gold choker. She—just like the man—had a cape, but hers was made of gold-white fur.
She was holding something in her arms, and after a while Jesse realized it was a small child, probably a few months old, swaddled in a blanket made of a fabric in a similar color to her dress.
The woman was looking at the little child lovingly with her furiously green eyes, and humming quietly.
The man leaned over her shoulder, and, putting his arms around her, whispered: "She's beautiful, love"
The woman smiled, keeping her eyes fixed on the infant. "Yes, she is," she said "Our lī jen"
The woman approached the crib, and gently placed the child in it, covering her with another blanket.
She turned to the man, still smiling
"Hello?" Said Jesse, unsure if she wanted someone to answer her
The man abruptly turned his head in her direction, his face full of something she couldn't quite place. It was unsettling.
For a second the whole room seemed to flicker out of existence. Then it reappeared for a short second, only to disappear yet again.
Jesse jumped, looking around, startled.
Everything was consumed by darkness so thick you could slice it with a knife. Jesse however did not have that privilege.
She turned around, scanning her surroundings. Soon she realized she could see a faint red glow, coming from a figure standing still. She slowly approached it, making sure to be as quiet as possible.
After further investigation the figure turned out to be the black-haired man. He was staring at her, his eyes suddenly looking empty, like he had no soul.
And that's when she realized who he was. A'graeth. Does that mean he had a family? She thought, What happened to them?
She felt a shiver creep up her spine. None of the people earlier seemed to notice her, and the whole thing appeared to be just a projection of some sort. Up until A'graeth turned to her, looking as if he knew she was there, staring at them.
She stopped, dead in her tracks. This didn't seem like a good idea anymore. Not like she had any others.
Luckily—or, more likely, unluckily—for her, A'graeth reached out with his hand, and placed it on her forearm.
She felt the world disappear, all she could sense was cold, and the fact the air around her seemed to shake.
It all lasted for less than a second, and then she was back in the nursery.
This time it looked awful.
The wallpaper was torn, the curtains lay on the floor, ripped to shreds. The crib was scorched, the wood burned down almost completely. The rocking horse was thrown haphazardly across the floor, its insides torn out and laying in a heap next to it.
The only thing that seemed relatively untouched was the mobile above the crib.
Jesse approached it, and took one of the birds in her hand. Sure, the feathers started melting at the edges, but the rest looked fine.
She heard a noise behind her, and turned abruptly.
In the doorway, on the stained rug, stood A'graeth.
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Hello, welcome to the land of shitty WiFi and broken Google docs.
Anyway, my school had started and I'll have to focus more on learning cuz it's the final year and tbh I'm not really happy with it.
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Children Of The Prophecy - pt. 5
Summary: Jesse investigates the scroll
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Tw: mild swearing, fire
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Good morning/afternoon/night or whatever you have now. It's 4:30am here so I suppose it's morning for me.
Aight, I'mma head to sleep now
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Children Of The Prophecy - pt. 6
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TBD
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This part's short, 'cuz I didn't really have time to write since school had started. Don't worry tho, I'll have plenty of time while my class will be on some sort of a school trip.
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Children Of The Prophecy - pt. 7
Summary: the twins fuck shit up again
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Tw: fire, swearing, murder mention
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HELL-OH look who's back from the dead. I finally decided to finish this chapter lol
Also, anyone interested in Polish translation?
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Instinct: Steve x Reader
Summary: When you and Steve decide that it’s time to start a family, Steve becomes a little over excited to get a jump on things.
Word Count: 6612
Warnings: NSFW, multiple rounds of sex, unprotected sex, nipple play, planning for pregnancy, breed kink
“Retirement looks good on you, Mr. Rogers.”
Steve looks up at your approach, pencil lifting from the sketchpad perched on his knee. “Does it?” He leans back against the couch cushions, closing the pad and balancing it on the armrest.
You give him a tilted smile and lean in for a chaste kiss, being careful to not spill the contents from the plates you hold in either hand. “Brought you some breakfast,” you tell him before turning and bending over to set the plates down on the coffee table.
“Yes, I can see that,” he muses moments before you feel his hands grip your hips and tug.
With a startled yelp, you fall backward into his lap. His arms tighten around you further as his lips meet the dip where your neck and shoulder meet. You giggle girlishly at the playful nip that follows. “I meant the food, Steve.”
“If that were true, you’d be wearing pants.” One of his hands glides down your body, fingers brushing the bare skin of your thigh just past the hem of the t-shirt you’re wearing. One that had come out of his drawer.
“It’s not very practical to wear pajama pants to bed when you sleep next to a human furnace.” You tilt your head back against his shoulder, giving him better access as his lips roam over your skin.
“Didn’t hear you complaining during the winter months.”
You laugh again, shifting around until you’re facing him. You toss your arms loosely over his shoulders. “I’m not complaining now either. Just stating facts.”
He looks up at you with humor in his eyes. “It kind of sounds like you’re complaining.”
You raise a brow in challenge. “Do you want me to go put on some pants? Because I will…” You begin to make the motion of pushing off him to stand but stop when you feel his large hands grip the back of your thighs, keeping you in place. Your lips split into a victorious grin. “Okay then.”
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