forum Under Seven Minutes // Private RP

Started April 08, 2019 by @blue_topaz

tune

“It’s just another indication that I’m yours…” Violeta flushed pink, sliding onto his lap. “All yours.”

Gray lightly growled at her words, tightening his hold on her. "All mine."

Violeta shivered, letting his words wash over her. “Kiss me?” she requested timidly. “Please?”

Gray looked over at her, eyes darkening before he let a smirk graze his lips.

"With please, love," he murmured just as he took his mouth in hers.

Violeta exhaled shakily into his mouth, hands slipping over his shoulders, legs twining around his waist. She was getting used to the rhythm of each kiss now—no longer was she lost and clumsy.

Gray pressed his lips against hers harder, one of his hands on the back of his head while the other rested on her back. He remembered where he wasn't supposed to touch. And God, kissing her was like a drug. He found himself falling deeper and deeper into her each time they kissed, and he loved it.

And, in that moment——she wanted him to devour him, to wash away the pain and fragility with nothing but his mouth. Her lips grew more desperate on his.

Gray held back a groan at her actions, wanting to hear hers first before giving in to her. He bit down on her lip, tugging on it teasingly, wanting to know how she'd react to that.

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(Lol.)

Violeta sucked in a sharp breath. Her mind went white, refused to start working—and before she could close her mouth again, a groan was slipping out. “G-Gray—“

Gray smirked against her mouth at the sound, pulling her closer, releasing her lip from his teeth and kissing her harder. “Yes, love?”

Violeta made a helpless noise halfway between a squeak and a breathless exhalation, moving her hands to the front of his shirt.

Gray pulled away to catch his breath before he clasped their lips together again, this time much softer than before. He moved his mouth with hers in sync, tenderly, letting her keep up with the pace. It wasn’t about making her make sounds. It was about tasting every corner of her mouth and making her feel loved and satisfied.

Violeta’s fingers tightened around the fabric of his shirt. He slowed down, she caught up——he was always so gentle with her.. She found herself melting in his arms, collapsing under the soft passion of the kiss.

When Gray felt her collapse in his arms, he held her tighter. And then after a few more seconds, he pulled away from her, breathing heavily, forehead pressed against hers.

"I could never get tired of this," he breathed. "Never."

His dark, devastatingly beautiful eyes stirred a whirlwind of longing in the hollow of her ribcage, drawing a sigh from her lips. "I can't—I can't believe how long I've been missing out on this… on you…."

Gray cupped her cheeks with his hands, never removing his eyes from her hauntingly beautiful ones. That look in those eyes satisfied him immensely, and so did her statement. “Well, you’re here now,” he said quietly. “We’re here now, together. That’s all that matters, right?”

"I really like it…" Violeta breathed, trailing her fingers unconsciously down the plane of his back. "When you say 'we'. Or 'us'. We're together— a collective pronoun."

Gray shivered at her touch, briefly closing his eyes. “I like it when I use them, too,” he kissed her cheek. “And it’s going to be ‘us’ for as long as you want me.”

Something flickered in her expression—uncertainty. "No, Gray… for as long as you want me." Violeta looked a little sad at the thought—realistically, how long would he really want her around for?

Gray pulled her close, breathing her in deeply. “Are you sure about that? About it being ‘us’ for as long as I want you?” He hugged her tightly. “If you are, I’ll have you know I’ll want you forever. I can’t see myself with anyone else. It’s only you. It’s always been you.”

Gray… we both know that I'm going to want you for much longer than you'll end up wanting me. I know you love me now, but…. you'll realize eventually that I'm not worthy of that.

Violeta said nothing, only leaned her head against his shoulder and breathed a slow sigh.

“You know, I always feel like you’re too good for me. Which, actually, you are,” Gray started softly. “And I don’t think I deserve you. I’m—I used to play around. You know my reputation. But you… you’re so pure, Vy, nothing like the other girls. And I’m not saying the other girls are bad. Everyone’s different. But you’re special to me. You’ve always been special to me. And I’m still wondering why you chose me out of all the other honest guys out there. And I’m still selfish. I’m undeserving of you, but I still want you. Ever since we started dating… I’ve been hoping you aren’t swept off by a man better than me, though that’s selfish of me. You deserve a better guy. You deserve better than me. But I still want you. And I’ll want you twenty, thirty or even for a lifetime of years until you change your mind about me.”

Violeta pulled back to look at her boyfriend in utter disbelief.

"Gray—what on earth are you talking about?? A man better than you? You think that you don't deserve me? If anything, it's the other way around—–" She paused to collect herself (and thoughts), chewing on her lower lip. "Gray…. you're one of the most amazing people I know. You have no idea how much you mean to me, even so early in this relationship. I don't understand how you can just… think that."