Tag: kit walker
“Humans are like glass – we break and don’t get fixed.”
Kit: “I’ve found it!”
Alma: “Huh? Found what?”
Kit: “A reason to smile.”
Alma: “And what is that?”
Kit: “You.”
Radio playing softly in the background, you sighed. You sat down next to kit on the couch while he put his arm across the furniture, resting closely behind you.
“This is nice.” You said softly.
“Yeah, it is. I don’t get you alone enough.”
Kit smiled, accentuating his dimples as his eyelids dropped over his eyes like curtains closing. You smiled lovingly back at him. Your eyes met before yours were drawn to Kit dragging his teeth into his bottom lip.
His lips met yours softly yet passionately. His free hand went to your hair. Your hands curled around the fabric of his shirt while his resting arm wrapped around your neck and shoulders.
Material rustled as he turned. He gently pushed you flat against the couch. You gasped breathlessly. He looked down at you, smiling proudly, that cheeky grin abroad his mouth.
You looked up at him straddling you and your lips curled upward. You pulled your shirt over your head. A hungry look lead his lips against yours again. His hands rubbed over your hips. He slipped his hand between your thighs.
“Kit,” you mewled as he slipped his hands into your pants…
Okay, first off, how dare you…
Second… I’ll take you back, Kitten, it’s okay. We all make mistakes.
My Type is Homicidal 