Re: [Adult] VIP Area
She wasn't thinking about any of that, those confessions too new to hold up under that much booze and medication. No, he wasn't a killer just then, and there wasn't any Brielle. Right then, he was just him, just that boy she'd fallen hopelessly in love with all those years ago. The sound of his breath catching in his throat was like a thousand butterflies in her stomach, and she wondered that she could still feel that, even now, after all these years of life and loss. "It's a promise," she told him, that laughter making her kiss him without warning, all impulsiveness and the desire to swallow down that sound, that happiness, and keep it there. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, as if he was the only thing in the world there was to cling to, the only thing she wanted to cling to, and she laughed in return. "You can try, but I don't think you'll have the patience for it, Luke."
His name was a caress, and there was a smile in her voice that hadn't been there in a very, very long time. The smile was replaced by parted lips and a whimper when he kissed along the column of her throat, her head thrown back to give him more access. The teasing flick to her nipple drew her attention back to his mouth, though, and she slid one arm from around his shoulders to press her fingers to his lips as he lingered there. She kept her fingers there as he moved back to her level, brushing them against his mouth as she stared at him. "I love you so much it hurts," she told him, not looking away, not hiding the statement, chasing it with a whimper when he kissed her, adding bite to the kiss when he did. She growled against his mouth, moaned, pleaded, demanded in French, and she wrapped her thighs against him to take him deeper, to get everything she could, all she could, because she was always afraid that every time with him would be the last, and it showed in how tightly she held him, and how she whispered his name against his lips.