my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.
Letting go of her chin, Iroh’s hand slid around to the back of her head to feel her silky black hair flow down his fingers and pull her in closer, his spare hand taking hold of her waist as he playfully pulled back on her lower lip. ”I was right.”
Their faces are just centimetres apart when he finally speaks again and Asami can’t help but brush the tip of her nose against his; brow raised and a little amused. Both hands rest against his chest, fingers playing with the decorative pins and medals in his jacket. “You could… taste it again. If you like,” her voice is soft. “Or you could just kiss me.”
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...