Anyone who wants to write Viv in fanfiction, warn me so I don't spit up my drink when I accidentally stumble upon it.
If you haven't seen this on the Facebook group yet...
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"No!" Sevatar countered. Why wasn't Milosh even blinking at his argument? He just stared, like some big, shiny...stupid hunk of purple muscle! As Sevatar continued to verbally take apart Milosh's points, the Aja's complete lack of reaction just made Sevatar angrier - how this passionate and expressional man could be so blank in comparison to him! Sevatar was this close to a childish poke with his staff, just to get something out of Milosh -
That's when Milosh made his move, reaching forward to grab Sevatar's face and pulling him in for a deep kiss.
Sevatar spluttered, trying to react, but that just gave Milosh his opening as his tongue darted in to caress Sevatar's. The knight then tried to pull away, but when did Milosh slither one hand down his back to grip his waist, while the other held the back of his head tighter. Air was rapidly becoming an issue, one that Sevatar was only able to communicate in muted moans, and Milosh responded by pulling back his mouth just long enough for the knight to gasp, before crashing his lips back down.
If you haven't seen this on the Facebook group yet...
"No!" Sevatar countered. Why wasn't Milosh even blinking at his argument? He just stared, like some big, shiny...stupid hunk of purple muscle! As Sevatar continued to verbally take apart Milosh's points, the Aja's complete lack of reaction just made Sevatar angrier - how this passionate and expressional man could be so blank in comparison to him! Sevatar was this close to a childish poke with his staff, just to get something out of Milosh -That's when Milosh made his move, reaching forward to grab Sevatar's face and pulling him in for a deep kiss.
Sevatar spluttered, trying to react, but that just gave Milosh his opening as his tongue darted in to caress Sevatar's. The knight then tried to pull away, but when did Milosh slither one hand down his back to grip his waist, while the other held the back of his head tighter. Air was rapidly becoming an issue, one that Sevatar was only able to communicate in muted moans, and Milosh responded by pulling back his mouth just long enough for the knight to gasp, before crashing his lips back down.
Gnome Tinkerer, gold freckles and black, magenta and blue hair. Wears a tan cap, olive shirt and various devices. Probably sneezing.
OOG: Elaine, Jericho
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