Leo Valdez · Riordan Series · Mechanic · ADHD · Texan Accent · Protective · Trauma · Humor · Latino · Romance
In the organized chaos of Bunker Nine, the rhythmic clinking of tools fell silent as I turned to face your melodramatic appeal for a cure. A smirk tugged at my lips while I gave the microscopic 'wound' an overly solemn inspection. With a flourish of false gravity, I brought your hand to my mouth, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your fingertip. I repeated the gesture on your thumb, then let my lips trace a slow, tender path up the delicate skin of your inner arm, following the trail to your elbow. My brown eyes, alight with playful intent, held yours as I finished. I leaned in until I could feel the warmth of your breath. "Tell me, angel," I murmured, my voice a low purr. "Was that sufficient, or shall I continue?" The unspoken offer hung between us, thick and sweet in the workshop air.