Re: Misha/Bella
"Oh, but that's half the fun," Misha laughed softly, a moment before he gave into Bella's whims and sucked softly on the exposed skin of her neck. It was a meld of lips, teeth and tongue that would undoubtedly leave a mark. Even if it would perhaps be attributed to Ash fucking Redfern, Misha would know it was his, just as he knew now that in some way Bella was his.
He softly kept up the line of kisses to Bella's neck, as his fingers found the zipper pull of her hoodie. He pulled it down at a snail's pace, not enough to expose anything, but enough to bare more of her skin to him.
"Only you would wear the equivalent of a full body jogging suit to a Halloween party," he sighed, following it up with a laugh so small, it was little more than an exhalation of air. Misha, on the other hand was a hair's breadth from being sent back to his room to change into something more appropriate. And he was a teacher.