i love the term “partners” are we dating? are we robbing a bank? do we run a legal firm? are we the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies and are members of an elite squad known as the special victims unit? who knows.
Concept: We go to a small bookstore. You lead me to the sections of all your favourite books, and explain the plots. You are excited, and I am just as happy because you’re sharing a part of yourself with me.
I love Chat Noir and how loyal he is to her, how he trusts her, how he respects her strength, and how he fights for her. His ego isn’t bruised whenever she yanks him out of harm’s way or saves him from peril. It makes sense to him because he has her back in spades as well. Together, they are an unstoppable team. <3
Rubbing the fatigue off your face, you crash down on the bed, arms flailing by your side. You watch your partner start to undo his shirt and you sigh with annoyance. “Go to the bathroom before getting naked, please.” You moan out, not in the mood to deal with him.
Stiles laughs mockingly at you, slowly still undoing his buttons, his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth. He was teasing you, and the only thing you could do other than roll your eyes was drool over his body; he wasn’t the most muscular in the FBI unit but he was definitely a sight for sore eyes.
“How can you be so happy? We messed up!” You exclaim, sitting up at the end of the single bed in the motel room.