After a moment, the blonde kissed her way up to his ear to nip at his earlobe. The whole scene let a smirk appear on her face; hearing his desperate whimper, hearing his unruly breath, watching how he enjoyed what she was doing. And if she said she did not like it as well, she would be lying, for sure. “I can see it,” she whispered huskily in his ear, “Your wickedness.”
She had put a spell upon him, and he was terribly entranced by her. A hand raised, if only to sift through her soft hair. “Can you?” He gently tugged at it, his eyes falling shut. “Tell me, what is it that you see, Fräulein?”
Shaking her head slowly, she moved to slap his hand away as she pursed her lips. “I don’t remember that I allowed you to touch me, Mister Mordrake,” she reproved and cupped his face roughly in one of her hands, “You are doing this on purpose, am I right?”
I'm German too, so I don't use a translator to make Elsa babble in her native language. As it's MY first language too, I'd like to apologize for the silly English mistakes I make.
Doing some language / business studies.
Old soul, bookworm, part time vegetarian, Stevie Nicks freak, always eager to travel.
Sometimes, when I'm really bored, I take icon requests. Don't be shy to ask!
Oh, and, whenever you see this silly cupcake down there, you'll know that the mun's talking, not Elsa.
That's it, I guess. I hope you haven't expected something special here. You're awesome.
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