( for a moment, she’s ready to fight back — ready to push at the man with the arm around her waist and call back the other person she’d been chatting with. but there’s something familiar about this, whether it’s the presence at her back, the lips pressed against her neck and the words that vibrate through her. )
James. ( it’s more of a breath than a word and she settles her hand on his at her waist, tilts her head to one side and then back to rest against his shoulder. it feels like the rest of the party melts away around them; it’s just the two of them.
like before. even though the ‘before’ feels like a hazy, blurry mess that she can’t quite make out. she knows him. better than she would expect; better than just the conditioning, wakanda, steve, all of it would suggest. she just can’t place how.
she doesn’t care how. )
Is that a dare or a promise? ( a smirk. turning her head a little further, she darts in to steal a kiss with a chaser of a nip on the bottom lip. )
crau because i can 💗
James. ( it’s more of a breath than a word and she settles her hand on his at her waist, tilts her head to one side and then back to rest against his shoulder. it feels like the rest of the party melts away around them; it’s just the two of them.
like before. even though the ‘before’ feels like a hazy, blurry mess that she can’t quite make out. she knows him. better than she would expect; better than just the conditioning, wakanda, steve, all of it would suggest. she just can’t place how.
she doesn’t care how. )
Is that a dare or a promise? ( a smirk. turning her head a little further, she darts in to steal a kiss with a chaser of a nip on the bottom lip. )