exsolutus:

       ❝ I’m not ready — ❞

             (  he’s teasing, of course, can tell she’s messing with him from the tone of her voice, the smile that curls across her cheeks before she’s leaning down. his breath catches as her own fans across his face, and when the words are said, a grin adorns his features.  )

                                     ❝ Yeah? Well, I have a secret, myself. ❞

         ( with his tone placating the previous underlying annoyance that came hand-
            in-hand with her bury-face-in-pillow-and-groan episode, she rolls onto her
            side, prudent digits extending to phantom along the dip and ascent of his
            knuckles. )

                                                         ❝ – hmmm? ❞ 

#( * something in the way you move. )

exsolutus:

        (  he does just that, shuffling over towards her without preamble.  )
                     ❝ ———— what is it, then? It’s nothing bad, right? ❞

            ❝ – oh, it's terrible. ❞

                    ( what a tease, her tone heavy with underlying playfulness as she presses her lips to the shell of his ear. she’ll allow it to linger there for a moment. or two. )

                                ❝ I love you. ❞

exsolutus:

       (  a hand on the back of her thigh.  )      ❝ Cora. Hey. Psst. What’s wrong? ❞

           ( with a huff, petite wolf half rolls onto her side, beckoning him closer with the extension of a finger. )

                            ❝ – c'mere. I have to tell you a secret. ❞

exsolutus:

       ❝ ——— everything okay, Cora? ❞

            ( she’ll– groan? groan. in response, fingers clutching further into the pillow. )

          ( cue an audible groan– and a bury of her face into her pillow. )

exsolutus:

        (     he doesn’t wake up, but he does roll over — does manage to burrow against her as much as possible. scott slings an arm over her waist, tugging cora as close as possible, brushing his cheek against her own.

                         he doesn’t remember the last time he’s been so calm, so comfortable and it’s the most fantastic feeling in the world.    )

         ( a content huff swells in her chest, fingers abandoning the contour of his jaw
           to slip beneath the fabric of his shirt and dance along bare planes of
           abdomen. she’s missed him, admittedly, and the warmth he radiates is
           far more comforting than any heat south america could offer. ) 

                               ❝ – can I tell you something? ❞

exsolutus:

        ❝ totally not watching you from afar. ❞

          ❝ I can’t decide whether you’re being cute, or weird. ❞

                                   ( a pause. )

          ❝ Both. ❞

exsolutus:

        (    he’s totally not watching from afar.    )

             ❝ – what are you doing. ❞