forum Under The Painted Sky (O/O CLOSED)

Started March 18, 2019 by Deleted user

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Sterling nodded once, slowly, in acknowledgement. He leaned over and pecked her lips softly. “I’m proud of you,” he whispered against her before turning g back to his plate and taking another few bites of his own.

Warmth flooded through Eden at his words. He was proud of her. For—for what? For something as stupid as eating a few bites? What was so great about that?

Eden licked her lips, tasting the syrup he’d left on her. “Proud…” she murmured, mostly to herself. A small smile overtook her lips.

Sterling smiled at her softly spoken word. He was glad to make her happy, even if it was about something so small. Without even needing to look at her, he reached his free hand over for her to take.

Eden took his hand in both of hers, squeezing it gently. She brought it to her mouth and pressed a soft kiss to it before resting it against her forehead and closing her eyes. “You’re wonderful, you know that, right?” she murmured.

Sterling finished his food and set the fork down. He looked over at her with a soft smile, shifting his hand in her hold to brush against her face softly. “And you’re amazing. Thank you for this chance, Eden…”

Eden leaned into his touch, eyes still closed. “I should be the one thanking you,” she whispered, “For liking me despite everything.”

Despite the fact that you know there are things I’ve been keeping from you…

“Well, you’re the one who almost refused me,” Sterling reminded her with a chuckle. He leaned forward and swept a kiss across her forehead.

“Point taken,” Eden mumbled, shifting a little more toward him to rest her head on his shoulder. “I’m always afraid you won’t want this mess anymore.”

“I’ll always want your mess,” Sterling promised in a whisper, his hand slipping into her hair as he pressed their lips together gently.

Eden hummed softly, her eyes closing as she kissed him back. Her fingers reached out to grip his shirt, body twisting to face his. His kisses always sucked the life out of her.

Sterling stood up, keeping their lips connected as he did so. He grabbed the arms of the chair and turned it so it was facing him. Sitting back down in his own chair, he leaned closer to her.

Eden wrapped her arms around his neck, toes curling at the prickly sensation he brought. She wished she could deepen the kiss, but fear still rooted her.

One day, she vowed to herself as their lips moved together slowly and gently. One day I’ll be able to kiss you without this fear.

“Have I told you what a good kisser you are yet?” Sterling murmured against her lips, pulling away only to kiss her nose before moving back to her lips.

Eden’s cheeks began to heat up at his words. She wrapped herself tighter around him, kissing him a little harder. “No… you haven’t,” she whispered. “You’re better, though…”

Sterling chuckled, kissing her back as hard as she kissed him. “Of course I am. Thank you, beautiful.”

Eden lightly punched his shoulder, the hit just as weak as the rest of her was. “Narcissist…” she muttered, leaning more toward him. “Shut up and kiss me.”

Another soft laugh passed his lips, but Sterling g leaned forward again to kiss her better. Truly, she was a very good kisser. He enjoyed the taste of her on his lips.

Eden’s fingers entangled themselves in his hair, tugging lightly. He tasted like maple syrup and French toast, which wasn’t surprising. He did have those for breakfast, but Eden would rather taste them on him than actually eat the food. The thought caused her already pink cheeks to darken.

A soft grunt escaped from Sterling’s lips at the feeling of her hands in his hair. She still didn’t know how much that affected him, did she? He nearly chuckled against her lips before pressing their lips together harder once more.

A spark ran through Eden at the sound that came out of Sterling’s mouth. She only tugged at his hair—had he liked that? Eden tugged harder, returning his kiss with the same intensity as he kissed her with.

Finally, when she needed air, she pulled away, panting heavily, head bowed as she did so. Her mouth felt too numb to even speak.

Sterling took slow, deep breaths as he rested his forehead against hers. “So… Anything else we can do?” he murmured, voice rumbling in his chest. “Productivity-wise.”

“You and I both know my definition of productivity,” Eden chuckled, still breathless. “We could go out.”

“Wanna go for a walk in the park?” Sterling asked, opening his eyes to look down at her.

“A walk sounds nice,” Eden smiled. “Maybe not just at the park this time.”

Sterling kissed the tip of her nose. “Where would my queen like to go, then?”