He can't help to reflect on the vulgar irony that she is not coming, that he had no opportunity to work her over and give her the same pleasure she gave him. It feels unbalanced and off, and he starts to draw his knees toward his chest as she climbs onto the bed next to him.
Well, fuck. It's off, and odd, but she's not the one making it that way. He owes her, at least, some semblance of gratitude and normalcy, doesn't he?
Instead of making a move to immediately find something to clean up with, he closes the distance between himself and the considered but abandoned kiss, pressing his lips against hers. Misa's taste mingles with his own, and he deepens it.
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Date: 2015-08-29 03:13 am (UTC)Well, fuck. It's off, and odd, but she's not the one making it that way. He owes her, at least, some semblance of gratitude and normalcy, doesn't he?
Instead of making a move to immediately find something to clean up with, he closes the distance between himself and the considered but abandoned kiss, pressing his lips against hers. Misa's taste mingles with his own, and he deepens it.