Generator: 9—Jawline Kiss
She was no stranger to physical intimacies, one does not procure a daughter from thin air, the heat of passion is all consuming and full of urgency. All her lovers have been passionate, Johnny was experienced and flippant, that easy personality and devil may care attitude translated into the bedroom as a fun if not intimate romp.
Pietro, her ex-husband, was an experience to say the least. More often then not their love life had left her on the cusps of completion but never fulfilled. She tried very hard not to blame him, he could not help his mutation.
What to say of the Kree, his form was not what she was accustomed to. He was build for combat and the blue of his skin was as foreign to her as her’s must surely be to him. Yet after weeks of marriage he had not claimed the right to consummate the union—part of her had nearly wished for it so she could bury him under a mountain of stone and fire for his audacity. Months pass and she while they are not even friends she has grown to respect his strength.
Picturing Ronan as a lover was not something she’d thought herself capable of, yet in the dim light of the night in their quarters she let her mind indulge the curiosity. Yet none of her imaginings seemed to fit. He did not have Johnny’s charisma nor Pietro’s fire. Giving up on her novel she watches his broad back, he’s been sorting through reports for the past hour or so. If he suspected she had watched and fantasied about him in that time he did not show it.
Shoulders tense, he hunched over the desk. He was never in bed when she went to sleep and had left before she awoke. Rising from bed, she makes her way to his side. Awkwardly she places her hand on his shoulder, the tight muscles coil further under her touch, he doesn’t acknowledge her but his hands have paused their work.
"Come to bed Ronan, the hour is late and you cannot have slept more then a handful of hours this week."
Uncomfortably a minute passes and he does not respond, sighing she attempts a comforting squeeze but her effort of peace has already depleted much of her sentiment towards him.
"Very well, good night then."
Hesitantly she lowers her face towards his, red hair falling across his chest when she angles her mouth towards his jaw and places a light kiss there. Withdrawing so her lips no longer touch his skin she watches for a reaction, any at all. He betrays nothing.
She says more to herself then him and heads towards bed once more. Settling back into the now cool covers she turns her back to him and evens out her breathing, relaxing her body in an attempt to find some sleep this night after her foolishness. The light across the room turns off and the shifting of clothes behind her brings her out of her meditative haze.
He makes no sound as he lays down beside her, face to face. They don’t exchange words and do not make an attempt to close the distance between them. But now she has her answer, it comes to her right as her eyelashes flutter one last time before succumbing to sleep.
He will be the lover she has yet to have, not the heated touches of passions but the cool caress of intimacy and reverence.
I found a Crys/Ronan fic! *squees*
I am turning to tumblr RPs to get my crys/ronan fix. I cannot figure out how to follow tumblr rp. everything is backwards and in fragments and I am so confused but still reading because I have lost all control
Ok so then I tried looking for crystal/Ronan fics, because I had the feels, only there aren’t any on ao3… There is a crystal/lyja/Johnny one, though ;)
trying to get into a certain OT4 ship right now, but finding that 95% of the fics with it involve the characters acting totally childish and then sex… and I am so not feeling that? what’s with the acting like kids?
EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO REBLOGS THIS WILL GET THE FOLLOWING IN THEIR INBOX.
- A BRIEF ORIGIN STORY
- A SUPERPOWER OR THREE, MAYBE FOUR DEPENDING
- A SUPERHERO OR VILLAIN NAME
- YOU MIGHT ALSO GET AN ARCHNEMESIS WHO HAS REBLOGGED THIS ALREADY
AND YES I MEAN EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO REBLOGS THIS. UNTIL, SAY, AUGUST 2015. A FULL YEAR. LONG ENOUGH, RIGHT?
LET’S DO THIS THING.
uchidachi I saw this and thought of you. ALL HAIL OUR ROBOT OVERLORD.