warnings: drug use, language, description of being semi-naked, suggestive content (fem!reader)
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Your whole body seemed to sink deeper in the plush material of the bedsheets, the last bit of sun stretching across the estate's plain peeks through the half-shut curtains and warms your face, only enhancing the dreamy state you found yourself in.
"That's ticklish," you smiled, sucking your stomach in to escape the feeling of Farleigh's lithe fingers. "Stay still," he murmured, faux sterness trying to hide his own laugh before returning to the task at hand once your giggles (and his) subsided.
The white line lies stark against your skin, only further alluminated by the warm yellow-pink light slowly disappearing behind the horizon.
He spares you a quick look, your face already trained on him to try and figure out his next move, eyes heavy and half shut but still focused on the way his tongue dragged across his bottom lip.
His body moves up on the bed till his face is equal with yours and his lips are attacking yours. He's aware of the compromising position you're still in and pulls away from the kiss reluctantly. Without so much as a word, his head dips lower until it's once again level with the soft pudge of your stomach.
That ticklish feeling returns, but this time it's Farleigh's nose that drags across your skin. A few sniffs and a deep sigh follow and then the warm wet feeling of Farleigh's tongue returning to greedily catch anything he has left behind.
His lips don't leave your skin, placing kisses to your stomach, up your sternum and between the valley of your breasts, taking detours to press a few wet kisses to the tops of your breasts that peak from within the lacy confines of your bra. "You're so sexy," he says, words muffled in your skin as he becomes further intoxicated by the smell of your vanilla perfume.
His greedy mouth once again finds yours, and as with most things Farleigh loves, he consumes it with a passion you're yet to get used to. His lips play the familiar game against yours and if you focus hard enough, you could taste the bitter tang that left your tongue numb within the overpowering taste of Cherry Heering.
"I guess we need to focus on the positives, that was the start, and then hope that we've learned what we need to do tomorrow in the strategy... Soft was nearly undriveable after 2 or 3 laps."
mutual 1: stop telling me how to make friends with the little rakghoul in the nearest bathtub i don't want to make friends with the little rakghoul in my nearest bathtub i want to know how to kill it without lokin killing me too
mutual 2: she pub on my imp till i neutral my alliance
mutual 3: the commander is lying to us
mutual 4: where did orogurubb get his tats they lowkey slay
mutual 5: spy man go tf to sleep and stop reading our messages i want to talk about your mom throwing me into a cliffface with kinetic energy
mutual 6: [tasteful web weaving about missing their home planet]
mutual 7: does is darth vowrawn gay
mutual 8: i want this all to be a bad dream except that through it all i met you and we were not enemies. i will kiss you under the light of zakuul and pretend that it is your homeworld's sun and that today every system is free
mutual 9: i befriended a little rakghoul and put it in a bathtub :)
Honey has been sick the past few days and also not sleeping for the past few weeks and it is not fun. Writing has come to a complete halt and that makes Honey very sad. 😢
Honey just needs a nice, pretty lady whose lap Honey can lay her head upon. That would fix Honey. Or maybe lay upon the lady's boobs. Or thighs. Or booty. Honey's not picky. Just need a nice lady to lay upon.