show a little skin meme / accepting !
he knows what he’s doing . despite the string bean boy she’d been dating when her life got flipped upside down , she likes the kind of men with emmett’s build . all muscle , all strength . the kind of man who could protect her if she needed . ( vaguely , she remembers the months spent studying seth , the way he moved , the way his biceps flexed and then relaxed into the heroin’s grasp . ) teeth worry into lower lip , green gaze slitted like a snake as she traces the column of his throat . a raspy laugh , she moves forward, draws up till she’s standing behind him . it takes her tiptoes for her to reach , soft open - mouthed kisses down his neck . ❝ dinner and a show ? ❞ she’s mostly joking , still pressing for him to let her drink from him instead of dirtying her own hands with blood . it’s all the same to him , but the technicalities weigh heavy on her . ❝ y’ shouldn’t have . ❞