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[rayofsunshinc]

Sam huffed a short laugh, shaking his head as he folded the paper he'd been pretending to read — yeah, that same front page Steve’s talking about. He set it down beside his coffee cup, giving Steve a look that’s half amusement, half disbelief. ❝They really had to pick that photo? I was squinting into the sun. Look like I’m about to sneeze.❞ The joke was a deflection, and Steve probably knew it. Sam was proud of himself, he couldn't deny that part. But he was mostly just doing what he thought was right. That was what he'd always done, maybe just on a smaller scale. Still, a quiet, ❝Thanks.❞ left him.

There's a flicker of something more serious in Sam’s eyes as he leaned back in the booth, gaze softening. He shrugged a shoulder. ❝It's all good, man. You deserved a break more than anyone. It's good to see you though.❞

A beat passed. Then a small smirk creeped across his face. ❝That shield gets pretty heavy every once in awhile though.❞

~ @rayofsunshinc || liked for a starter || For Sam ~

"Saw your picture on the front of the paper this morning." Steve grins, sliding into the booth opposite Sam. "The shield looks good on you, Cap." People have asked him if it's difficult seeing someone else in the position of Captain America. Truthfully? He couldn't be happier to see Sam taking the mantle. His only regret is that he hasn't been around more. He hadn't wanted to interfere or for anyone to think he was outstaying his welcome, so as a result, Steve had just faded into retirement. "Sorry, it's been so long. Bucky's been keeping me up with everything you've been doing, though."

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Whatever the amygdala was, Wade was pretty sure his was already fucked, so he needed to make a mental note ... or like maybe even a reminder on his phone ... not to piss Glitterbomb off. Still very cool though.

❝Sounds like it'd be funny to watch either way.❞ He bounced a little on his feet, fidgeted with the straps on his suit. ❝Imagine sneaking into a high-level facility, seeing a guard you can slip past, them you just roll a little Daydream their way, and boom! They're tripping balls and don't even notice you.❞

He grinned under his mask. ❝Fuck yeah!❞ He paused, digging in one of his pouches to find his phone. ❝Is it weird if we exchange phone numbers? I'll only text when there's some serious shit going on or I need the number for the best spandex dry cleaner in town.❞

this guy jumps from topic to topic like it's a sport. it's kinda impressive, honestly. like, go him! if his brain works that fast he's gotta have some absolutely killer reflexes.

the questions makes Glitterbomb pause, though, cause ... huh. she'd never thought of that before. ❝ you know, i'm not 100% sure. it fucks with the amygdala, so they'd probably see some totally wild shit if they're already used to hallucinations. ❞ she shrugs. close enough. she's not actually a biochemist, okay, she's just a hobbyist!

the spider giggles at the guy's outburst. so much energy – he's like a wind-up toy that never runs out of juice. he's gotta be related to the Energizer bunny or somethin'. which would honestly be kinda cool, so like, whatever. is he hiding bunny ears under that hood?

❝ oh my god, YES! we'd be such a good team, i can just tell. ❞ ❛ good ❜ and ❛ absolute fucking mayhem ❜ are close enough, right?

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From behind the guys circling Spider-Man, there was a thump, then a crunch, and someone was screaming about their kneecaps. ❝Man, you guys really suck at paying attention! Ever heard of someone being on watch? Clearly no. You do not have each other's backs. Good thing I got Spidey's! ❞ Wade’s voice cut in sharp and mocking, and then his katanas cut in just as sharp as he moved through the group. One guy lunged, and he was down in two moves. Another reached for a gun. Wade shot him without blinking (in the foot, okay, he was trying to respect the Spidey "no killing" code. Sometimes. At least to his face).

He dropped down beside Spider-Man. ❝Hey, Spidey. You awake in there? Nod once for “thanks, Deadpool, you’re my favorite,” nod twice for “please find the antidote before I start crying in front of the bad guys.”❞ He didn’t wait for a nod, just gave a gentle pat to the cheek for good measure. ❝You’ve got the worst habit of trying to be a martyr. It's so adorable. But I got you.❞

~ @rayofsunshinc || liked for a starter || For Wade ~

Half of Peter's problem is that he doesn't know when to quit. He refuses to. He'll take beating after beating, never backing down - He's so driven by the fear of losing people that he'd rather die at the hands of the bad guys than risk them going after the people he loves.

He can taste the blood in his mouth as he takes another kick to the stomach. Web shoots out, desperately trying to break through the group that's formed. It's a trap. He thought he'd been coming to save May. Apparently not. He feels weak. They've injected him with some sort of toxin - He can't move properly. "Fuck -"

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❝Man, you are so damn stubborn.❞

Sam let out a sigh, mirroring Bucky's stance with arms crossed. His eyes stay calm, steady though, like he’s done this before. Because he has. A hundred times with different people. A few times with Bucky.

❝Because you’ve been pacing that floor like you’re gonna wear a hole through it, and I know you hate feeling trapped, but you gotta calm down. I just think you need to take a second. Sit down. Breathe.❞

@rayofsunshinc sent: ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down // to bucky, from sam

" no . "

it come out so simple , and his arms cross in front of his chest , a look in his eyes as he stares at Sam . he isn't a child , after all . no matter how he was acting . " why are you trying to get me to sit anyway ? " the fact he had said no before even realizing the reason is telling - he's just being combative at the moment .

but he shouldn't have to sit down for anything . he hadn't done anything wrong as far as he was aware .

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The moment Red’s massive hand pressed against the glass — against Sam’s — he didn’t move. He watched him soften a little. The voice that followed wasn’t the bark of a general or the roar of a beast. It was something raw. ❝Okay. Alright. You’re doin’ good. You’re doin' good.❞ His voice was low and steady. ❝You don’t need to fight — not like this. Breathe as deep as you can. Just for a sec.❞

Security had made him leave his wing pack. But they hadn't banked on the small com device connecting him to Joaquin, who's stayed just beyond the doors. ❝They want you broken. They want me complicit. They want monsters and martyrs.❞ He lifted his eyes again, voice rough. It wasn't from fear, but from feeling. Anger, too, but buried under the weight of knowing they were both pawns in someone else’s game. ❝But we're not gonna give ‘em that.❞

A voice came over his earpiece. ❝You sure about this, man? Because the second I shut this place down, we are on every watchlist from here to Wakanda.❞

A beat.

❝They already put us there. All we’re doing now is earning it.❞

Outside the doors, Joaquin's fingers flew across a screen. Lockdown protocols unravel like thread through a needle, firewalls flickering and failing as overridden commands surge through the system.

All at once, the lights flick — red to white then dark. The sirens choke out. The hum of security fields died. Doors begin to unseal all down the corridor, mechanical groans echoing into silence.

Sam's attention was fully on Red. ❝Wanna know what to do? Follow my lead and let's get the hell out.❞

His brain hurt, everything hurt. It was so hard to concentrate, to think. The tiny cell he was crammed in was suffocating, the red giant squeezed into a space he didnt belong in.

But Sam's words were soothing...enough that he was able to focus. He....he knew the tiny man....

The sight of Red Hulk was horrible. It looked like he had scars....more than the ones he got at DC. Scars like he had been burned, restrained.....the look in Red's eyes just showed an old warrior on the brink.

A once mighty lion, torn apart by hyenas and left to die alone in a ditch. Very few came to see him....almost nobody cared.

Slowly Red took his huge hand and placed it over Sam's. Those red eyes softening as more of Thaddeus Ross was able to regain control. A rattle in his throat as a deep voice echoed....broken, but still alive....

".....Tell me what to do....please..."

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CHRIS EVANS as STEVE ROGERS AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR (2018) dir. The Russo Brothers

[rayofsunshinc]

Nick flinched, just barely, but he didn’t pull away. His eyes drifted down to where her hand met his arm. He exhaled sharply through his nose, more of a huff than a breath, and shook his head, slow.

❝I couldn't watch.❞ His voice cracked like a branch underfoot, quiet, brittle. He looked up at her again. ❝Not again. Not more people. Not ones I knew.❞ His hand twitched at his side, knuckles scraped raw, caked in red that wasn’t all his. ❝I thought we were ahead of this and then when that fence cracked I just ... ❞

There was a beat of silence. Then, quieter, almost to himself, he added. ❝I froze, until I saw you.❞ The words came like they had been festering for days, waiting for the right crack to break through. His eyes flicked back to her, a little glassy now, though he blinked fast to push it down.

Juniper's mind was so fuzzy and overwhelmed, she didn't know where to start next. Innocent people had died out there, and she didn't know if their bodies were worth even recovering at this point. It wasn't because she didn't believe they deserved a proper burial; she just wasn't sure if there was nothing left to bury or if they had turned into one of the dead, too. There were the posts that needed fixing to keep the dead out again. The ones that made it out needed their wounds looked at and a hot shower. There was more. There was so much more. Where to start, though?

She drew in a sharp breath before exhaling it out in an attempt to calm her nerves down. It was a hard thing to do at the moment. The sounds of the dead were distracting. Even the ones left alive, coming down from such a blow, were distracting. She had to worry about them, too.

But for now, she was standing here with Nick, and he was just as frustrated as she was with the situation. The anger was right there, boiling just underneath his skin. The want to help him calm down reminded her that she needed to practice what she preached, too. Be calm. Anger wouldn't bring those people back.

Brows knitted together for a second before softening her features again. ❝ You couldn't what? Is something wrong? ❞ She reached out to touch his elbow gently.

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✉ [ TEXT: Amity ] ⟶ Seems like you have my schedule memorized for some reason. Weird. 🤔

✉ [ TEXT: Amity ] ⟶ You know I want to. All I can think about is bending you over the nearest surface.

✉ [ TEXT: Amity ] ⟶ Maybe you should just go ahead and wait for me in my room. Since your such an angel, I assume you can follow instructions ?

✉ [ TEXT: Walker ] ⟶ I am an absolute angel and I would NEVER!

✉ [ TEXT: Walker ] ⟶ I do happen to know you've got about 5 minutes and then your meeting is over though...

✉ [ TEXT: Walker ] ⟶ Just saying, you know, if you wanted to see all of THAT in person 🤷‍♀️

✉ [ TEXT: Walker ] ⟶ But that's probably not something you'd want, right?

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Sam watched the anxious tangle that was Bob finally fold himself down onto the couch. Then he barked a short, incredulous laugh. ❝You punched him into a wall?❞ He repeated, staring at Bob like he was trying to decide whether to be impressed or mildly horrified. ❝With his own metal arm? He left out that detail.❞ He shook his head, exhaling through a small smirk as he rubbed at his temple.

The laughter faded just a little, not gone entirely, but gentler. Sam nudged his elbow lightly against Bob’s. ❝You're figuring things out. It's not easy. And it's not you Bucky's mad at.❞

When Bob asked about the subway ticket, Sam blinked again, slower this time. He turned, eyebrows raised, and then tilted his head to follow Bob’s gaze toward the window. ❝Damn, he really just left you, huh?❞ Sam muttered, more to himself than anything.

❝... You like wings? I was about to order dinner. Something tells me you could use something fried. And maybe ... a beer. Or a juice box, depending on how you’re holding up. After that, I'll make sure you get back.❞

"In my defense," Bob began, his voice a touch reedy, his wide-set eyes flickering as he visibly reviewed the chaotic sequence of events in his mind. He paused, a nervous swallow working up his prominent Adam's apple. "He, uh, he tried to hit me first." Another pause, a small wince. "Then stab me. W-with a knife. And then... he was just, like, spraying bullets everywhere. All at me, obviously." He seemed to draw himself inward, shoulders hunching, as if trying to make himself smaller despite the power he was describing.

"I just... I feel really, really terrible, but I... I sort of just, you know, punched him straight through the air, into the wall. And then I sent all those bullets right back at him. And then I think I... I might have smacked him with his own metal arm and knocked him out." He trailed off, his gaze sinking to his hands, which he began to wring, a profound lack of pride etched onto his features.

A low, despairing groan escaped him, and he slowly lifted his hands to cover his face, pressing his palms against his temples. He peered out through his splayed fingers, looking utterly horrified, like a child who had just broken something irreplaceable.

He lowered his hands, shoulders slumped as he cautiously shuffled over to Sam's side, folding his long legs beneath him with a sigh. His gaze, however, remained riveted to the window, watching Bucky's car peeling away from the curb, disappearing down the street. "Ehm," he ventured, his voice barely a murmur, a hint of desperation in it. "Do you... do you think you could maybe... lend me some money for the subway ticket? Because I don't... I don't really think he's coming back for me."

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Why are ya'lls muses so interested in WALKER? lmao

You guys see a big arrogant loser who's a deadbeat dad with anger issues and depression and are are like "I'd hit that"???

[rayofsunshinc]

Bucky was right behind him, hand steady on Matt’s back the second he cleared the ledge. His heart was pounding. Not from the exertion but from the panic rising in his chest. He hauled himself up with ease, the metal arm silent against the railing, practiced. But the second his boots hit the gravel beside Matt, all that soldier training fell away. He crouched low beside him, one hand bracing against Matt’s shoulder.

❝All I care about is you.❞ Bucky’s voice was low, barely above a whisper. His eyes searched Matt’s face, not for answers, just to make sure he was okay. He didn’t mention the way Matt looked — bloody, battered, barely conscious. He leaned in closer, tone softening, but not losing that hard edge of emotion just beneath. ❝How are you alive?❞

Matt didn't know why he thought Bucky would actually continue on without him after they hadn't seen each other for so long, the other thinking he was dead the last few months. The only reason he had even said it was because he didn't want to risk him being caught by the police, not that Bucky was going to care in that moment.

"Now isn't exactly the time to be difficult." Matt didn't know if he said it to Bucky or himself, either way he quickly mustered the strength to reach up and grab the next bar, pulling himself with a hiss of pain through clenched teeth. At this point, if he didn't move faster, Bucky would be arrested because of him and he had no intention of allowing it to happen.

Another deep breath and Matt forced himself to move through the pain, willing his body to move forward solely to keep Bucky safe. Finally he climbed over the ledge of the rooftop and rolled off of it onto the gravel roof, catching his breath while he waited for Bucky to make his way up the fire escape.

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There was something about the entire situation that was off. Maybe that's what Ren was feeling, because Dominic was definitely feeling it. Or maybe a little woozy. But there was something ominous about the woods too. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were still being watched. But he didn't acknowledge it or look back, and he was glad Ren didn't either.

For some reason, he always felt like his old beat up truck was a safe space, so he was just as eager to get back to it.

He walked to the passenger side first, grabbing the door for her. ❝Oh, okay.❞ He needed to get used to this working together thing. It meant sticking with eachother, looking out for eachother, patching eachother up. ❝Yeah. Thanks.❞ He offered a half-smile before shutting the door.

When he was inside the vehicle he let out a heavy breath. He gripped the steering wheel, more like a grounding ritual than anything, and let out another breath before he twisted around to dig the first aide kit out from behind the front seat.

Once he had, he looked over at Ren, head tilting slightly and eyes narrowing. ❝You sure you're all good?❞

Ren's not squeamish. she's seen plenty of blood in her time. seen bone stick out from snapped ankles, torn flesh and mutilated limbs. not all from the events, mind you. but like. there's something about when Dominic pulls his hand away from his own head, slick with bright red, that makes her grimace.

she's still staring when he speaks again. it shakes her from whatever weird-ass daze she'd fallen into. her eyes flick back up to his and she forces her force to just, like, chill out. nods at his suggestion and starts walking in the direction he indicates.

❝ yeah, sure, whatever you say. ❞ and maybe she's being a little bit overly dismissive now. there's still a bit of concern but she just ... this is a lot, okay, get off her back.

Ren doesn't say anything the whole way back to the car. just stares forward. she's almost in a daze. she does keep glancing over at him, concern colouring her features.

❝ i can patch you up, ❞ she offers, voice a little quiet, when they finally get back to his car.

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❝It's okay.❞ John said quietly, almost too low to hear it. He was surprised that he was the first person she thought about when she was in need of comfort. John knew how he came off to people, and he was sure that people didn't think of him as the epitome of empathy. Not that he was incapable of it. He'd just been so damn bitter over the last few years. It was nice to be reminded that he was actually bonding with someone on a human level.

His brow knit in concern. He'd heard bits and pieces of Amity's past, nothing that he had been able to string together to make total sense of. And he hadn't asked either, because well, he wouldn't want to be asked if it were him.

He reached up to cup her cheek, wipe some of the tears away from her cheeks with his thumb, a rare moment of tenderness. ❝Whatever it was, it wasn't real. You're here. You're safe. And I won't let anything happen to you, alright?❞

Amity could hold her own, yeah, but having someone watch your back meant a lot these days. It meant a lot when you were having nightmares. John understood that better than most. He understood what it was like to have a nightmare so real that it felt like you were back in the moment.

❝Come on.❞ He nodded toward his room, gently urging her to follow him inside. ❝You can sit with me and talk if it'll make you feel better.❞

When he swung the door open, Amity immediately looked up at him, taking in the sleep tousled hair and the very evident scowl. She had known her very late night visit probably wouldn't be received well... An unsolicited knock at 3 am? It wasn't something she would have appreciated, so she knew it would probably be much the same for John.

So when he swung the door open, she had expected the sleep tousled hair and the scowl upon his face. What she hadn't expected was his arms wrapping around her.

She wasn't sure if it was the hug, the way he rubbed at her back in an attempt to soothe her, or the way he so easily rested his chin atop her head, but whatever it was, it had her giving a broken sob.

Throwing her arms about him in return, she turned to press her forehead against his torso, the tears beginning to fall down her cheeks in earnest now. ❝I'm sorry, I woke you up I — ❞ her voice wavered, thick with emotion, ❝You were the first person I thought of.❞

As he pulled back just that little bit, his hands moving to rest on her shoulders, she looked up at him through damp lashes, bright blue eyes swimming with tears. She tried to calm herself, willing herself to take in a few shaky breaths, but now that the tears had started, they weren't about to stop anytime soon.

❝A nightmare... Fuck, it was so real, I — ❞

This wasn't something she ever talked about, ever, and it wasn't exactly public knowledge, either. But his hands? They felt safe. Like an anchor to the present, like they might keep her from going too far back into the darkness of her past.

❝ — John, it was like...❞ She couldn't hold back another broken sob, ❝It was like I... Like I was right back in that lab.❞

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Bucky didn’t stop walking. His grip stayed firm around Steve’s arm, tugging him through the corridor with the quiet determination of a man who’s done this before. Dragged Steve out of a dozen bar fights, out of the line of fire, out of his own head.

❝Yeah, you weren’t done.❞ Bucky mutters over his shoulder, tone flat but unmistakably annoyed. ❝Which is exactly why I had to step in.❞

He finally rounded a corner and let go of Steve’s arm, but only to push open a door to some empty room. He stepped inside, then turned to face him, arms crossed, jaw tight.

❝Look, I get it, but screaming at a guy until your blood pressure’s in the stratosphere doesn’t solve shit.❞ Bucky said, his voice softer now but still clipped around the edges. He looked at Steve — really looked at him.

There was a beat. And maybe it’s the years between them or all the times they’ve had to pull each other back from the edge — but Bucky’s expression softened, just a little.

❝You okay?❞

@rayofsunshinc sent: ★ - drag my muse by the arm // from bucky, for steve

if asked , he has no idea where they're going . he just knows a strong hand had wrapped around his arm , and was pulling him .

it might have to do something with the fact that he had been chewing someone out until he was red in the face . it didn't take much to get Steve angry , but honestly , once he got going , it was hard to stop him .

this time , he's a little flustered because - " I wasn't done ! " spills from his mouth , but he isn't fighting the other . he knows he could give Bucky a run for his money nowadays , but he doesn't want to try and fight him . instead , he takes the steps to be pulled away , his face losing the red color that had popped up , and his breathing easing a little bit more as they get further and further away .

" Buck - " he starts , ready to come up with an excuse .

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Steve let out a breath of a laugh. Some of the light tension eased at the joke, and as he peeled away some of the layers of his uniform. He let his boots fall to the floor, off to the side and out of the way of course. There's a wince as he pulls off his gloves, revealing bloodied knuckles and bruised fingers. He unfastened the armor piece by piece, peeling off the thick blue torso plate with a low grunt, his body protesting the movement. Underneath, the dark compression shirt clung to his frame, damp with sweat and streaked with grime. He was used to undressing in front of other soldiers. There was no time for awkwardness in the chaos and urgency of war, and that had made him much less shy about being vulnerable.

It was just ... there was something about being one on one with someone. With Thor. It made his neck feel hot.

But when Thor was quick to suggest that he sleep on the floor, Steve felt something drop ever-so-slightly in his chest. He couldn't sleep on the floor. Steve had no better claim on the bed than he did.

Again, the soldier in him knew that Thor's words were likely true. Battles and wars caused for less than comfortable sleeping conditions. But Steve couldn't stand the idea of taking the bed while Thor slept in the floor. ❝Now come on, you sleeping on the floor after the hit you took just seems wrong.❞

He stood up, adrenaline finally having faded entirely away and the pain in his body became apparent. Nothing a good hot shower and a boosted healing factor wouldn't fix. He'd at least take Thor up on that.

❝How about while I shower you decide if you want the left or the right side, because there's no use in one of us taking the floor.❞

[ ϟ ]—– Standing near the window, half-shadowed by the thin gazue of a tired curtain, golden head tilted during the elaborate stretch of neck and shoulders, tresses tousled from the long fight and longer flight back. Armor had been stripped down to the basics, only a worn black undershirt and pants remaining, faint bruises blooming in splotches of wine-dark ink beneath the god's skin. Weapon leaned against a far wall, silent for once, still faintly warm and scorch marks dolloped on the head.

The sound of shield hitting the table was awfully loud, harsh with finality.

Following the man's travel to the singular bed with interest one brow arched languidly, expression briefly shaped into quiet amusement. There was something so distinctly Midgardian about the discomfort blooming in the captain, and the god's lips curled faintly, touched with genuine mirth and something gentler beneath it.

' I highly doubt even Stark is this cruel. Something without room service? Highly unacceptable.'

Deep bass scraped low, a sandpaper edge to it fatigue had left behind, yet gaze lingered just a breath too long before it was forced to scan the environment once more.

Finally stepping onward has floor creaking beneath significant weight, hand raking loose strands of hair into place.

' I only snore when utterly drunk captain, which unfortunately is not the state we are in currently.'

A rumble rolls outward, chortle escaping him, a sound not quite laughter yet very close to it. And tone was turned deliberately lighter when gesturing toward the modest rug nearby.' I have slept on less forgiving ground, you can have the bed.'

Even as he moved once more, in search of a spare pillow in the small cabinet, something lingered in the bright ceruleans, a flicker of warmth unspoken. The idea of proximity did not unsettle in the slightest; they had stood side by side in the fury of gods and machines alike, and to rest in the same space was hardly some sort of strange closeness. In fact, the thought of the possibility alone, was... comforting, provoking a flicker of something pleasant in his chest.

' It will be fine captain. Would you like the shower first?'

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Cassidy could feel her breath brush against his cheek as he kissed her jaw, his lips lingered against her skin. His eyes opened slowly at her question, and he stilled, not pulling away yet, nuzzling his face against hers as something passed between them, almost like they could read eachother's feelings or thoughts. ❝Yeah, I feel it.❞ His voice was quiet, raw around the edges.

His fingers curled tighter with hers, thumb sweeping that same lazy circle. His free hand slid up to cup her cheek, thumb resting just below her eye as he tilted her face toward his, and he pulled back just enough to look at her, eyes searching hers. Not with lust, and not with hunger — though those burned in him too — but something important.

His mouth found hers again, hungrily, despite his efforts not to rush things. He tilted her face just enough to deepen the kiss, while the other stayed threaded with hers. Something between a sigh and a groan escaped him, and he pulled away just slightly to murmur, ❝Been wanting to do this longer than I realized.❞

As their kisses deepened, the warmth of his tongue pressing against hers made her shiver, she moaned into his mouth. Up until now, she hadn't realized if she had made any noises, but she couldn't help herself. The feeling of being this close to him was intoxicating, fulfilling a deep-seated need she didn't know she'd actually had. She relented long enough to gently bite his bottom lip before returning to his lips. Again, she had to remind herself of the years of practiced restraint and not give in to the animalistic urges a vampire possessed.

Maybe Cassidy breaking away from her mouth was good for her. It gave her a moment to breathe in and out and calm the urges before they had a chance to begin. Eyelids fluttered shut as he kissed her in other places, leaning into those kisses, enjoying them. Enjoying herself for once.

❝ Do you feel it, too? ❞ She exhaled, unsure of what she actually meant by that. Those vampire urges? The thrill of finally kissing each other? That bond they were forming? She had no idea, not when his lips against her jaw made her dizzy.

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