Sleep"Kid, have you seen my- Oh "Sleep3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was just about to ask my boyfriend, Death the Kid, if he had seen my headband, but when I walked into the lounge room, He had fallen asleep on the couch, his small body curled up on the soft material.
I smiled gently to myself and tip toed over to him, noticing something red on the corner of his lip. My eyebrows furrowed together as I leaned in close, noticing a small cut just under his lip.
Guilt flooded inside me as I realised I had probably done that, having my shark like teeth and all
"Sorry baby" I murmured gently, watching as he rolled onto his back, a small squeak bubbling from the back of his neck.
I snickered at the adorable sound he just made, bending down and kissing the small cut on his face. Kid didn't stir as I slowly moved along from the cut to his lips, making sure to keep his nose clear so he could breathe.
My lips moved softly against his for a moment or two, then I pulled back, about to leave him to sleep.
Busted-SoulxKidThe doors were locked, the phone unplugged. Candles dotted their small apartment and a bottle of wine stood waiting atop the mahogany dining table for later. All the lights were completely off, as were their clothes, lying scattered in a forgotten heap around the living room and creating a makeshift trail to their bedroom.Busted-SoulxKid3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Fevered moans and erratic pants were the only sounds audible to the other, the thump of their heartbeats in their ears a private bass line reserved for nothing else but the symphony of the bedroom. Shaking fingers knotted in locks of hair, pulling the other closer for a deeper kiss as sweat-coated bodies moved in sync, following a familiar rhythm that only they knew.
The tempo steadily shifted from allegro to allegrissimo, to presto and prestissimo before reaching the white crescendo, the part of their song composed of nothing more than pleasured cries and sweet, breathless declarations of love. The performance slowed to moderato and finally adagio, where the pace de