good morning, Though how are you? Yet how is are you? I am Erick. Only son to Hera Queen of Olympics. Yet as her Scandinavian child. Though you are a Roman God?
They were outside now, the fresh air hit them and he asked again... He wanted another kiss? Her heartbeat quickened. She wasn’t ready for him to want another one so quickly. She blushed, pink hair moved along with the wind. She stepped closer to him, this time her thin fingers cupped his face as her eyes looked at his.
"I’ll give you as many as you’d like from here on out."
She blinked before she leaned in, strawberry lipglossed lips pressing to his again. This time she tilted her head, deepening it. She could taste him again, but this time her pink muscle met his in a feverish dance. There was a slight moan she gave him, letting him know just how sweet he tasted.
With no warning she pulled them both off the dirty couch they were on. The party had dimmed to her, she only saw him, Liam. People called to her, but she didn’t stop. She kept moving, hand locked in with his. She’d look back at him, laughing up into the skies. As if her laughter was a sacrifice to the Gods.
She suddenly stopped and looked back at him, hands going to the collar of his wrinkly shirt. She pulled him in, kissing him with no warning. Some people stared, but she didn’t care. Her intentions were clear. She was his. She pulled back, eyes looking up at him.
"I won’t give you another kiss like this again. Until you ask for one.. Remember that."
With those words she wiggled her brows, she knew what she was doing. She wondered if he did. She pulled him out into the street, out of the party. They were alone now. Her hand went back to his, were it belonged.
She scanned his face, though it was the first time seeing it, something clicked in her brain. Like this was meant to be. They were meant to be. She turned her body, her free hand grabbing at his face gently, squeezing it softly. She grinned and again scrunched her nose at him playfully. A staple she did just with him. She didn’t know where it came from, he just made her feel soft, angelic.
"Don’t worry about that, I got us. Question is, do you trust me?"
She wiggled her brows now, her hues looked down at his lips, then back up into his eyes.
She leaned into his face and kissed it softly. She then looked up at him, her nose scrunched up. All she wanted to do was love and protect every inch of him. She pulled back into her spot on his shoulder. It was sharp, he didn’t each much, she could tell. He also wasn’t used to the affection she gave, she couldn’t help but giggle, her hand tightening around his.
"Wanna get outta this place? I’m bored, and I’d rather have your company."
She watched him, every swallow he did when she leaned close. Each time his fingers pulled up from the awkwardness he suffered from. Would it be so bad to lean in and kiss him? Taste the nectar from its source? Tempting. She pulled back from how close she was to him. Only to lean in and place her head on his shoulder. Her arm moved, hand looking for his to finally lace her fingers with his.
"Liam~ What a pretty name."
She turned to look at him from his shoulder. He was still so tense, it made her giggle.
The pink haired girl watched him, curious. He was sweet, awkward. The pauses between each sentence pulling her in. She hummed, leaning in close. Hazel hues meeting his, she placed one hand on his thigh, squeezing it gently.
"You like how colorful I am?? That’s cute. You’re cute.. I’m Kore, and what I like about you?"
She pulled back, eyes searching his face, though it was more animated than she’d thought.
"I like your eyes, and how perfectly shaped your Cupid’s bow is."