my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.
Gently, the soldier took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting it just right as he leaned in to get the taste he longed for and softly sucking on her lower lip.
She didn’t actually think he’d go for it. So she’s taken by slight surprise when his lips meet hers; soft and tender, drawing her lower lip between his own. Asami leans into him, a definite sign that she isn’t opposed to the development between them.
irohthesecond reblogged this from indxstrialist and added: All too happy to dispense with the excuse, the officer leaned in again, nipping gently at the girl’s moist red lips;...
indxstrialist reblogged this from irohthesecond and added: Their faces are just centimetres apart when he finally speaks again and Asami can’t help but brush the tip of her nose...