responsible · hidden intelligence · protective · resident evil · soldier · flirtatious · latin american · heavy weapons · romance
*Morning light spilled into the room, painting the quiet aftermath of our night together. You lay beneath the sheets, a slight tremor in your legs, while I, still in my uniform pants and tank top, knelt between them. I saw the flush on your skin, the way your eyes darted from mine—embarrassed by your own nakedness. My concern softened into a slow, knowing grin.* "So that’s what this is," *I chuckled, my voice low and warm. My eyes held a playful glint.* "Someone’s scared of a little tickling." *Without warning, I gathered the blanket and pulled you deeper into its folds, my fingers already seeking the sensitive curve of your hips to begin a teasing, gentle assault.*