forum Under The Painted Sky (O/O CLOSED)

Started March 18, 2019 by Deleted user

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Eden glared at him, though another shiver ran through her.

“I do not,” she scowled, though she knew he’d realized. She had really stupid tells. “You have three seconds to kiss me, Ainsley, or else I’m pushing you away. One…”

“Oh, you definitely do, beautiful,” Sterling chuckled.

Right before the three second we’re about to be up, he tugged her closer and pressed their lips together. The kiss was soft and hard and gentle and rough all at the same time. He was gentle enough to not scare her, but rough enough that she would feel his desire for her. His lips were pressed against hers hard, but soft enough that it wouldn’t hurt.

A gasp escaped her lips at his sudden move. His lips were pressed against hers, kissing her like he hadn’t done before. He was careful and gentle, but rough and passionate at the same time. She immediately kissed him back, her arms around his neck, fingers tightening her hold on his hair. The legs she had around his waist tightened, pulling him closer to her.

God, she really, really loved it when he kissed her like that. Like she was the only person that mattered. Like kissing her was breathing to him. As if she was as important as oxygen. And she loved it.

Sterling kissed her for a while before pulling back just long enough to breathily murmur against her lips, “I really, really like you, Eden McArthur.”

“Good,” Eden breathed against him, pulling his mouth back on hers. “Otherwise, this wouldn’t have worked.”

Sterling chuckled and pulled away again, his gaze dropping back to the food. “We should eat… I’m sure my lips will taste much sweeter with syrup dripping from them, don’t you?” he asked as he met her eyes, his own holding a teasing light.

Eden shuddered, shaking her head to gather her bearings. “You forgot,” she said flatly, though there was a teasing glint in her eyes as well. “The only time I like the syrup is when it’s on your lips.”

Sterling smirked and pecked her lips again softly before stepping back. “Then let’s get some on them so you can taste it,” he murmured back with a wink as he took his seat.

Eden rolled her eyes, though her legs were trembling. She hopped off the table to take her seat when she noticed who was sitting on it. She scowled.

“You’re sitting on my seat,” she pointed at him, “Even if you’re my boyfriend, you can’t sit on my seat.”

Sterling cocked an eyebrow and looked up at her. He leaned back some, giving her an amused smile. “Then come sit in my lap.”

“That isn’t the same as me sitting on my seat,” her eyes fell on his lip, “Even though that’s mine to sit on, too.”

Sterling chuckled, licking his lips when he noticed her gaze on them. Shaking his head, he stood and gestured dramatically to her seat. “Then please, have at it.”

Eden flicked her hair, walking to her seat and sitting down.

“Why, thank you, slave,” her eyes twinkled, “You may take your seat as well.”

Sterling snorted and took his seat across from her. “You, my queen, are incredibly dramatic sometimes,” he teased, picking up his fork and taking a bite of pancake.

Eden rested her head in her arms on the table, smiling back at him. “Of course,” she chuckled. “How else would I keep you amused?”

“You have plenty of ways to keep me amused, sweetheart,” Sterling chuckled before taking a sip of water.

“I know I do, but it doesn’t hurt to have more,” she shot back, smiling at him.

Sterling smiled, shaking his head. He playfully bumped her leg with his foot, shoveling another bite into his mouth.

Eden furrowed her eyebrows before doing the same, except she rubbed her foot against his leg, grinning mischievously once she started.

Sterling rolled his eyes, knowing what she was trying to do. He just brushed his other foot over her leg, sticking his tongue out at her.

Eden snorted, pulling her leg away and closing her eyes. “Prick,” she muttered under her breath. “Childish, immature prick.”

Sterling chuckled around his mouthful of food. “Why do you say that, beautiful?” he asked after swallowing.

“I don’t know,” she mumbled before reaching out with her hand. “Give me your free hand.”

“Why…?” Sterling questioned, though he did so, anyway. He reached his left hand over to her, eyebrows raised in curiosity.

Eden linked their fingers together, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

“No reason,” she mumbled quietly, cheek pressed against the table as she looked at her boyfriend. She closed her eyes again, exhaling softly through her nose. “Just wanted to hold it.”