If he were a living man, he might have blushed at her question. Instead, he shook his head in a single motion, unable to tear his gaze from her. “Yours are the only lips I have tasted.” He too, let a fingertip move over her painted lips, forever under her spell. It was not hard to guess why it was that he lacked in lovers. Women were frightened by him, if he drew too near. He had shied away, for fear of their revulsion and for their safety. Elsa, however, had changed everything. “Does that displease you?”
“It does not,” she replied reassuringly before she tilted her head to give his hand a soft peck, “It is hard to find the right lips to kiss. I get that, Liebling.” Her red lips curled up into a small smile at the sight of his enchanted face. It seemed like, no matter what she did, he would always be fascinated. “There is no need to worry.”
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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