[ fiyero will always, always take pride in mussing up everything about glinda's perfectly complete image. from the little strand of hair pulled loose, the wrinkle he's creating in her skirt letting his hand squeeze her thigh beneath it, the way she forgets to toss her hair and bat her eyes.
he's always been something of a disruption and this type tends to be his favorite. a little escapism, a little fun, a pretty girl with a pretty mouth... ]
What will people think? [ he tips his head like he's going to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth but misses, kissing her jaw softly instead. ]
What do you think they'll whisper? How perfect we look together like this - you unkempt and flustered, me utterly rakish and unforgiving? Use your imagination, Glinda - they'll whisper and say whatever they want. We can tell them anything and they'll be none the wiser.
[ he brings his forehead to rest against hers so that anyone who could see them in the hall might think they're having a sweet moment. it's a good thing they can't see the way his hand creeps, palm teasing between her thighs, palming the soft fabric of her panties. ] What do you think?
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he's always been something of a disruption and this type tends to be his favorite. a little escapism, a little fun, a pretty girl with a pretty mouth... ]
What will people think? [ he tips his head like he's going to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth but misses, kissing her jaw softly instead. ]
What do you think they'll whisper? How perfect we look together like this - you unkempt and flustered, me utterly rakish and unforgiving? Use your imagination, Glinda - they'll whisper and say whatever they want. We can tell them anything and they'll be none the wiser.
[ he brings his forehead to rest against hers so that anyone who could see them in the hall might think they're having a sweet moment. it's a good thing they can't see the way his hand creeps, palm teasing between her thighs, palming the soft fabric of her panties. ] What do you think?