Honeyed Pasture you smoke crack, dontcha?

her features, while visibly upset, were more difficult for him to read than they had been before. he doubted it was jealousy, for she had not come across as the clingy type during their first encounter. perhaps then it was disapproval or disgust? he didn't know why she might have felt such things and was left little time to figure it out before she began kneading at his stomach, her words and touch stirring a hunger in the pit of his belly.

he'd always been the noncommittal type, if only because no one else was willing to put in the effort of making a relationship last longer than a few easy hookups. "you wish to be the only one i court?" he asked to clarify, honeyed gaze curious and laced with desire as he glanced upwards.