Calypso tilts her head to the side as Leo runs open-mouthed kisses down the side of her neck, inhale sticking to the insides of her throat as he runs his teeth along her collarbone. She pushes her fingers through his hair and tugs, and when he bites down—
Gods, but is she warm all over, down to her toes, to the curling heat in her belly, to the rattling stutter of her breath; warm to the outside of her thigh, where Leo drags his fingers, trying to push up her nightgown, and to the inside, where he brings up his knee, pushes against her; warm to her hand against his back, holding him in place, clutching at his shirt, and he’s awfully warm, too, and is that—?
“Leo, you’re on fire,” she says. It comes out breathier than she intended, and for a moment she is distracted by the low chuckle this elicits from him, the way he moves over her, the way he says, terribly, “Look who’s talking, babe.”
“No.” She pushes at his shoulders. “Leo, you’re on fire. You’re literally on fire.”
He rolls off her, rolls right off the cot and onto the floor, where he frantically tugs his shirt off, tosses it a few feet away, and stomps it out. Calypso watches with bubbling hysteria. This is the man that she has chosen, the one who broke her free from her island prison, who came back for her just like he promised. This man, who catches himself on fire, who grins at her, now, arms out to the sides as if to say, Well, what can you do?
She laughs. She laughs until she cries, and then Leo is by her side, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, kissing her damp cheeks, asking her if she’s okay, if he’s just too much of a hot tamale for her, would she rather move this into the shower where it’s safer, and she laughs, because he is definitely too much for her, but that last one?
She kisses him, pulls him up, and guides him towards the bathroom. “Not a bad idea, Valdez,” she murmurs against his lips, grinning when he picks her up and carries her the rest of the way.
Currently reading: Steelheart by Brandon Sanderson.
Now, this… this is a book. Dystopian lit about dickbag super heroes taking over the world and using their powers for evil? I was hooked from the prologue. I may be up all night reading this.
When Nico di Angelo, medical student, accepted to babysit for his sister Hazel, he expected more or less easy pay and a calm evening with studying for finals and his niece. But a very …furry family problem put a spoke in his wheel.
I drew a comic… about nico getting pierced by cupid’s arrow : (
During Boa’s stream the other day we were talking about happy Nico and how much we want it and Boa said something like you don’t have to be in a relationship to be happy, so i decided to buy Nico a Dog revolving a happy Nico
i guess it’s that time of year again. that time to celebrate the people who make my tumblr experience worthwhile!
the special reindeer:
the cutest elves:
n-z: nerdwayoflife ; percabreath ; praetorofnewrome ; princeoberyn ; princeofmirkwoods ; queenofglass ; romangod ; sailorasgard ; stclairs ; syddrian ; thekanechristmas ; toraks ; walkingdeads ; zachariahcarstairs
the candy canes i admire from afar:
+blogroll, because i know i am an awful person and forgot someone and gosh i’m really sorry and i just love you all ok
I have! I liked it and thought it was cute, but I didn’t think it was a particularly strong film overall. The musical numbers weren’t nearly as organic as with other Disney films, and Let It Go was the only stand out one in my mind. I loved the focus on Anna and Elsa’s relationship, but at the same time, I don’t think it was developed enough? I would’ve loved more time with Elsa rather than a dance/song number with the mountain trolls, for instance.