- Messages
- 145
- OOC First Name
- Summer
- Wand
- Coconut Wand 14 1/4" Essence of Star Dust
Markov paused, an idea had just hit him. He liked the idea, though he hated that he liked it, and he knew it would confuse and anger her. He had a debate inside his head, though it didn't show on his face, and eventually decided to go through with it, the worst thing to happen would be a slap and he had already had one of those.
Markov grabbed her wrists tighter and pulled his face to hers with a cruel smirk. His eyes glinted mischeviously (sp?) as his nose came in contact with hers. He paused for a second, making her wait and cringe in anticipation before lunging.
Markov's lips came in contact with hers. The kiss was rough and raw. He let out all of the anger he had for her, and the love, in the passion of it. The boy physically prepared himself for the slap he knew was coming when she realised what he was doing.
Markov grabbed her wrists tighter and pulled his face to hers with a cruel smirk. His eyes glinted mischeviously (sp?) as his nose came in contact with hers. He paused for a second, making her wait and cringe in anticipation before lunging.
Markov's lips came in contact with hers. The kiss was rough and raw. He let out all of the anger he had for her, and the love, in the passion of it. The boy physically prepared himself for the slap he knew was coming when she realised what he was doing.