[ He can hear Abby wake, the shift of his breathing from something long and steady to the sigh one gives when coming out of a deep sleep.
Then the other noise, which is so...
Manly. For lack of a better word. Utterly devoid of class, and he almost smiles. Almost. He's waiting for Abby to make a decision - if he leaves, Romance can take it for what it was and move on with his day, try to clean up thew wreckage of his room and patch the holes in his heart. If he stays...
He'll cross that bridge if it comes to it, he supposes.
Mercifully, Romance doesn't have to wait long. Abby leans in and it's nice, the lips on his throat, warm and soft, then-- ]
Ah!
[ that is one way to be woken up. Or at least, yanked out of the pretend sleep he'd been holding onto like a threadbare blanket. Romance's eyes fly open and he yelps in surprise, something that turns into a little wheezing gasp, hands fluttering, one coming to rest on the back of Abby's head. ]
Abbyβ!
[ His tone? Strained, definitely. Aroused? Probably. Annoyed? Unclear. But there's color in his cheeks now and his neck stings just the right amount. There will also be no hiding that mark, unless he invests in some cashmere turtlenecks which isn't really conducive to the whole frilly romantic boy vibes he's got going on. ]
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Then the other noise, which is so...
Manly. For lack of a better word. Utterly devoid of class, and he almost smiles. Almost. He's waiting for Abby to make a decision - if he leaves, Romance can take it for what it was and move on with his day, try to clean up thew wreckage of his room and patch the holes in his heart. If he stays...
He'll cross that bridge if it comes to it, he supposes.
Mercifully, Romance doesn't have to wait long. Abby leans in and it's nice, the lips on his throat, warm and soft, then-- ]
Ah!
[ that is one way to be woken up. Or at least, yanked out of the pretend sleep he'd been holding onto like a threadbare blanket. Romance's eyes fly open and he yelps in surprise, something that turns into a little wheezing gasp, hands fluttering, one coming to rest on the back of Abby's head. ]
Abbyβ!
[ His tone? Strained, definitely. Aroused? Probably. Annoyed? Unclear. But there's color in his cheeks now and his neck stings just the right amount. There will also be no hiding that mark, unless he invests in some cashmere turtlenecks which isn't really conducive to the whole frilly romantic boy vibes he's got going on. ]