Can you do a scenario where the Mc comes home and Asra gets spicy?
MC comes home shivering from head to toe from the unforgivable rain that they could not avoid.
Hearing the sudden sound of the door closing, Asra immediately comes downstairs to greet them. His cheeks burn a shade of red when they see MC clothes clinging to their form in the right places. He could see some parts of their skin through the clothing.
Asra helps remove their cloak and once discarded wraps his arm about their back, guiding them upstairs without saying much of anything except giving MC a few cheeky glances from time to time.
MC thanks Asra for helping them and expected him to leave to give them some privacy but are surprised to see Asra helping them remove bits of their clothing.
He starts from their tunic, loosening the knot around MC’s waist, his warm hands move up to unbutton the collar. As he unclasps each button he lips tenderly kiss the patch of skin that is revealed to him. Every once in awhile Asra will lock eyes with MC as he continues to plant kisses on every inch of their skin.
As the tunic is completely removed and thrown onto the floor, Asra wraps his arms around MC’s waist, his kisses getting more heated and desperate as he gets closer to their chest.
MC giggles at the sensation and it momentarily stops Asra’s actions, his magenta eyes shining with a mischievous glint.
“What’s so funny hmm?” Asra presses his face in the crook of MC’s neck.
“If you wanted my attention so badly you should have asked.” MC smiled down at Asra, their delicate hand brushing through the white curls in contempt.
“You have no idea what effect you have on me MC,” he whispers, “You drive me crazy and I can’t stand being far away from you,” Asra smirked at MC, “Plus I can’t help myself. When I see an opportunity, I take it.”
MC rolls their eyes and shakes their head at Asra’s silly response. Before they could retort back, Asra pulls them for a heated kiss. It was warm and very welcoming. Over and over Asra kissed them as if they were his source of air and every so carefully pulled them with him to the bed.
When the two pull back, panting and out of breath Asra pins them to the bed and leans over them until his lips are mere inches from theirs.
“I will warm you right up MC and more.” Asra spoke in his husky voice.
MC wanted this more than ever and being this close to Asra was a gift from the gods.
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“But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby. I go to bed early and rise late and feel as if I have hardly slept, probably because I have been reading almost the entire time. In the evenings I play cards, but my mind is never on strategy but on you. With you away, it is as if all the letters in my life are scrambled into an anagram, and I will not be able to put all the letters in order and make sense of anything until you return. I never want to be apart from you again, Beatrice, except in the restroom, at work, and when one of us is at a movie that the other does not want to see. I’ve made a reservation at our usual place for root beer floats after your homecoming performance. There is something I very much want to ask you, but I will not do in a letter.”
Who is more likely to plan something big for
If you have ever studied a foreign language, then you have
likely noticed that the words and phrases you recall most easily are often the
ones that have caused you the most trouble. If, for instance, you memorize the
Russian word babochka as part of a
list of various animals, you may remember later that it means “butterfly.” If, however,
you mispronounce the word as babushka
while describing your butterfly collection and consequently find yourself confined
to a drab and sinister room in a Siberian gulag, you are unlikely ever to
forget either the word for butterfly (babochka),
the word for grandmother (babushka),
or the fact that it is unwise to inform members of the Novosibirsk
Entomological Society that you have on multiple occasions captured various
elderly women in nets before depriving them of oxygen, jabbing pins through
them, and preserving them under glass.
Olaf has never bothered to learn a second language – after all, he likes to point out, there’s no point to a code if a bunch of
foreigners understand it too – but when it comes to his running list of
Things Kit Snicket Doesn’t Like, the entries that stand out are the ones he’s
Kit Snicket doesn’t like chocolate, no matter how nice a
confectionery he steals it from.
Kit Snicket doesn’t like red wine, no matter how expensive a
bottle he orders from the mustachioed waiter at the bistroacross the street from the theater.
Kit Snicket especially
doesn’t like roses, no matter how many times he apologizes for sending her
into anaphylactic shock with a surprise bouquet on her writing desk.
Kit Snicket likes bold tattoos and soft clothes and fast
cars and old poetry, and as they crunch in tandem over the crust of snow that
blankets the park, the collars of their coats turned up against the bitter
February wind, Olaf reassures himself that this time, he won’t ruin it.
On his way across town, he passed a dozen candy shop displays
of heart-shaped boxes, five liquor stores (one of which he had not yet been forbidden
from entering), and more sidewalk flower stalls than he cared to count, but he
remained resolute– a phrase which here means “had already learned those
particular lessons, and chose not to earn himself a refresher course.” A trip
to the tattoo parlor had seemed too forward. He knew better than to guess at
Kit’s size in any of the boutiques in the Garment District, regardless of how
many times Esmé insisted that he could “just do it by eye, honestly, Olaf, it’s not that hard, find something that would fit me, look at the tag, multiply by three,
and there you have it.” His bank account couldn’t have covered so much as a hood
ornament on the kind of cars Kit liked, and anyway, the last time he’d brought
her one of those, she’d marched him straight back to the dealership and loomed
over him, cross-armed and narrow-eyed, as he reattached it to its carbon fiber mount
at the front of the first automobile he’d ever been unable to hotwire.
Which is how he comes to find himself empty-handed and
freezing, armed with nothing but a poem, trudging uphill in the dark beside the
girl of his dreams on Valentine’s Day.
“Remind me again,” huffs Kit, her breath clouding the air in
front of her, “why we’re doing this?”
“There’s something I need to tell you.”
“And it’s an outdoor-only thing?”
“Well, no, but I…”
Olaf can feel a flush creeping up his neck toward his face. Maybe she’ll think it’s rugged and outdoorsy,
he tells himself. Because of the cold.Vikings had red cheeks, and everyone
thinks they’re handsome.
“Then what is it? You thought the restaurant was bugged? You
can only say it if you’re five degrees from hypothermia? What?”
“I’ll tell you at the top of the – ”
She shoots off ahead of him, scrambling the last few paces
before turning to grin down at him, blonde hair whipping in the wind where it’s
escaped from her red wool cap. “Come on,” she shouts gleefully. “I’m at the
top! You wouldn’t go back on a promise, would you?”
Not to you, he
wants to say, never to you, but there’s
an order to these things. Reaching the brow of the hill, he draws even with her,
gasps in a frigid lungful of air, and makes a sweeping gesture toward the sky. “‘The
night has a thousand eyes,’” he begins in his most resonant baritone, “‘and the
day but one’ – ”
Kit’s eyes are brown. Like most people – but unlike the night, Olaf notes, quashing a burst of nervous laughter – she has only two of them, and they
both begin to widen, as if she’s realized what he’s trying to do.
“Olaf, you – ”
“‘Yet the light of the
bright world dies with the dying sun.’”
“Olaf, I know the po–”
Of course she knows it, of
course she knows it, she’s the one who gave him the book where he found the
damn thing in the first place, but he plows ahead, racing to finish before his
nerves fail him. “‘The mind has a
thousand eyes, and the heart but one.’” His own heart is pounding in his throat as
he approaches the final, crucial line. “‘Yet the light of a whole life dies when
love is – ’”
hands are warm, the kind of warm he can feel even through the thick wool of her
gloves as she reaches up to cup his cheeks, but then she’s kissing him and he
forgets that he’s ever been cold.
eunseo_v: My WJSN members prepared the last surprise gift!! 🎂 Today I am grateful for coming, congratulating and preparing this event 💕 I love my members and let our friendship (ujung) last like this for a long time~ 😍❤