#i just wanna... boink them all... with my lips... while laying on top of him... while he plays w my hair...

[redr0sewrites]

i dont know how to handle my cuteness aggression when i see my fav characters i want to grab my comfort characters and squish them and i mean this in the most normal 100% neurotypical way ever but do u ever just want to squish people/characters into little bits and pieces bc u love them sm???? anyways how r yall doing 😇😇😇 DOnt read the tags i went feral

[lihikainanea]

When Bill and Tiger come back from vacation, Bill is still in that dreamy sunbathing feeling, and as soon as they set up camp at his apartment, he’s already ready for her again. But the two idiots aren’t boinking regularly yet so he’s just laying on the couch with a dumb smile on his face when she does daily things around the house. He’d eventually come up to her from behind and rub her arms, putting his face in her neck and breathing deep, “Wanna go again?” I’ll leave.

GET BACK HERE.

Ohhhhh my goddddddddd. Okay but like listen, both of them giving each other these little side glances, right, when the other isn’t looking. Bill is sprawled out on the couch, a loose t-shirt and some scuffed up blue jeans on. The button undone and the zipper only halfway up, because goddamnit. And his legs are just so long, so beautiful, his bare feet hanging off the edge of the couch. And his hair is so light now, flopping on his forehead and all mussed up. And the neckline on his shirt is loose, and tiger can see those beautiful collarbones, and his chest is so tanned and golden. And she remembers how warm his skin was when she ran her hands down it all those nights, how it tasted as she ran her tongue all the way from that hollow in his neck to his belly button. The way his abs would tense under her mouth. 

And she’s trying to focus on some housework, puttering around to get laundry done, and she keeps stealing this ogling glances at him.

And Bill, for his part, is trying desperately to keep his eyes off of tiger. Because she’s still wearing those sundresses--maybe even one of the new ones he bought her, one that hangs delicately off her shoulders. And her hair is up, and Bill is getting glorious thoughts of everything that happened when she was naked with him in bed, the minute after she put her hair up. And with her hair up, all he can see is that beautiful, smooth neck of hers--the one he loves to suck at, kiss, bite. And the dress is a little more snug on her, framing her breasts, pulling tight across her stomach. Her skin is darker and her eyes still twinkle with mirth, she still smells faintly of coconut and the sea, and all Bill can think about is hiking that dress up to her stomach, pulling the top down so her breasts spring free, and burying his face between her legs while he holds onto a tata in each hand. All he wants to hear are those beautiful moans of hers, her little squeaks, her small gasps of surprise.

So these two idiots just keep ogling each other, unbeknownst to either of them. And I think this happens one of two ways--I love, LOVE this idea that Bill just can’t take it anymore. So he sidles up behind her, just lightly runs his nose on her neck, and says exactly that--wanna go again? It’s simple, impossible to misinterpret, and direct. His favourite. And tiger just turns, locks her lips with his, and jumps to wrap her legs around his waist.

But I also really like the concept of tiger not being able to handle another second. And while she’s sweeping--Bill ogling the way her dress opens a bit more at the chest when she leans over--she’ll just spring it up quite casually.

“You know,” she says, and Bill lazily turns his head to her, “Until I go back to work on Monday--I’m technically still on vacation. We’re technically still on vacation.”

And Bill gets it. Not another word needs to be uttered--and in fact, she doesn’t even have time. Because in a flash he’s up and off the couch, his mouth is pressed to hers in urgency, and he’s tugging her dress off of her as he backs her down the hallway into the bedroom.