[ where dick had been very interested in kissing her neck and seeing just how long it took for her to grow impatient, she slides her flower behind his ear. he pulls back, feigning a confused frown as he looks at her. he keeps his hands on her hips as he does so. ]
It doesn't suit me.
[ he purses his lips and shakes his head decisively. it doesn't matter that the hasn't seen it in the mirror. anything and everything looks far better on her—a flower, a hippie patterned dress, him.
he doesn't pull the flower from behind his ear.
leaning forward, he smiles as his gaze drops back down to her neck. ]
It looks far better on you. Just like I do.
[ smooth. 15/10. his smile transforms into him trying to stifle his laugh and blush. that was horrible. god, this is why he doesn't speak. ]
yesss ❤️🌸
It doesn't suit me.
[ he purses his lips and shakes his head decisively. it doesn't matter that the hasn't seen it in the mirror. anything and everything looks far better on her—a flower, a hippie patterned dress, him.
he doesn't pull the flower from behind his ear.
leaning forward, he smiles as his gaze drops back down to her neck. ]
It looks far better on you. Just like I do.
[ smooth. 15/10. his smile transforms into him trying to stifle his laugh and blush. that was horrible. god, this is why he doesn't speak. ]