¤ amélie lacroix ¤
¤ Push me, pull me
Break me, can't let go
¤ My hands around your throat
Won't leave me alone
¤ Now I got my guard up
Can't let go
¤ Don't mean to break the skin
I'm just sensitive
She steps away to a more open space in the suite after turning on some classical music.
She gestured for him to come closer.
ㅤknew enough from stakeouts in bougie places,
ㅤand on talon's dime, roundabout.)
”keepin' it private?„ (he asked, half-joking, but it was true: may be best to keep it on the down low.
ㅤ best not tell the other overwatch ops. keep her safe. some part of his heart bled.)
She offered seeing how he leaned into it. Her hand still cold. Her heart and breathing patterns still slow. Her touch is delicate.
"I can order us room service for dinner.."
In a fancy hotel like this? Probably godly food.
She steps away to a more open space in the suite after turning on some classical music.
She gestured for him to come closer.
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She offered seeing how he leaned into it. Her hand still cold. Her heart and breathing patterns still slow. Her touch is delicate.
"I can order us room service for dinner.."
In a fancy hotel like this? Probably godly food.
ㅤㅤwarmer than he expects.
ㅤㅤaway from the doctor's touches, maybe humanity is left still.
its not conscious, how he leans into her, half touch-starved.)
”folllowin'your lead, madame,„ (french still, clumsy on his mouth.)
She bad some to a little bit. Its approval to be a flirt if he wished to be. Her memories come and go. But thankfully she remembers they intend to go out to a dinner and dance.
Her hand strokes his cheek gently.
"Would you like to go soon?"
She offered seeing how he leaned into it. Her hand still cold. Her heart and breathing patterns still slow. Her touch is delicate.
"I can order us room service for dinner.."
In a fancy hotel like this? Probably godly food.
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And pray that she missed you.
Dead inside 'cause you know its all pretend . . .
Close your eyes, you're going off the deep end again.
You're living for the rush, for that royal flush
But you take what you can get
. . . ~
And pray that she missed you.
Dead inside 'cause you know its all pretend . . .
Close your eyes, you're going off the deep end again.
You're living for the rush, for that royal flush
But you take what you can get
. . . ~
What should though was the soft humming as she got ready. Making her way over sounds a classic click of high heels. Cold and feminine hands find—
ㅤㅤgive a man a break.„
(he smirked-
ㅤㅤthat casual, lopsided look.
ㅤㅤas she steppedbout to change, he seated himself.
a plush chair and a fine upscale room.
he wondered if that lingering smell was her perfume.
old habits died hard, though: he assessed immediate escapes.)
"Monsieur~ don't tell me your eyes are wandering now, tsk tsk."
He flirts right back to him. Into her room to change into more appropriate attire. She hummed to herself as she does. Making herself a little extra pretty.
What should though was the soft humming as she got ready. Making her way over sounds a classic click of high heels. Cold and feminine hands find—
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