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She is beautiful and loved <3 I'm so sorry
oh, you need help opening your beer? here, let me help!
*grabs the bottle and puts it under my skirt*
*POP!*
*hands it back to you*
there you go! :)
no!! π
i do think its funny that you found it immediately π
no!!
'corn chippy cat paw' is a direct quote from you, thats why you like it
Ruggie covering Leona's mouth with his hand and he has that corn chippy cat paw scent to them
Leona sets him down after a moment, but Ruggie sort of still feels like he's floating. Laughs nervously.
"You still have to do the trashcans." Leona says warmly and its his turn to laugh when Ruggie scowls.
Leona holding him close, feet an inch above the ground, moving him as he moves. Ruggie can't looks away from his eyes and the way his prince is moving makes him feel like he's floating through a ballroom. Palms pressed tight where their hands meet.
Chases him in sauntering steps while Ruggie pretends to belt the chorus to a nonexistent audience.
He shrieks when he's lifted but only a little.
The song ends, but they're still dancing.
Too breathless to laugh when he's dipped, tipping his head back to grin upside down.
They're off when he rises.
Leona spins him, Ruggie unravels. Leona pulls him close, Ruggie melts into the beat. A moment where they grind together and then the beat drops and Leona lets him run.
Leona rolls with him. Follows his body like he's the beat, rumbling near his ear something like the melody, drowned in throaty bass. It's making wiping the board hard but Ruggie manages.
Turns, and Leona steps back to catch his hand, retreating to drag him close.
He's dusting erasers vigorously, clapping them cheerfully when he hears him get up, but Leona doesn't pounce until he's wiping the board, humming under his breath.
Arms circling his waist and Ruggie's breath giggles out of him in a rush. Heat all along his back, but Ruggue doesn't stop his hips.
Sweeps and his feet move to the beat, back and forth and back again. Opens the windows with a snap to the beat. Wipes desks as his hips sway.
He can feel Leona watching him, but Leona likes to watch, nothing new there.
leoruggie and they have to clean the classroom after class because Leona wasn't paying attention and Ruggie laughed too much at how frustrated the professor got. Which means Ruggie is cleaning and Leona is reading, ankles crossed on the professor's desk.
Ruggie puts on the radio.
A short drive in a rented car ("Vintage." Is his only commentary of the ancient Rolls Royce, polished like new before Jamil climbs inside) made pleasant by the company. It's cool this time of year, but the heater works. Jamil stares at the fog and Leona stares at his elegant side profile.
Still kisses him, of course.
There before midday and they have lunch at a little restaurant called Samhain a town over. Jamil crunches through a Monte Cristo and Leona eats nearly raw meat of some kind. Jamil watches with serpentine fascination.
Jamil suggests it as a dark joke, Leona loves a dark joke. They pack that night, leave in the morning. A grey day and Jamil's massive sunglasses make it greyer. Leona's leather shoes biting into the carpet of their ride.
#leojami Jamil having had time to grow accustomed to wealth, Leona mellowed by Jamil's comfortable joy at being royalty without having to rule.
Jamil's long dark hair and long dark clothes. Leona's got grey in his hair, steely along him temples.
They are pleasantly dissatisfied with everything.
CπMMISSION done for anon! ππ
TJGM/ηζ΅ TW: shtgum|
"Daddy place is a mess but i like him a lot when he's sleep"
Thanks a lot for your support!β€
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