you're my buried treasure

She came up into his arms with relative ease, and didn’t try to squirm away as he pulled her to his chest. Noir grinned, half loopy with his inebriation. The Destruction couldn’t deny the pleasure of having her so close, the scent of her intoxicated him as much as his beverage. She lifted her features and her nose touched his as their eyes met. Her brilliant sapphire and his lavender and periwinkle. For a moment his restlessness was quelled and he froze in the perfection of it all when she leaned forward to kiss him.

The passion was unexpected, but he returned the affection as eagerly as she gave it. His heart thudded heavily against his rib cage as the blood in his veins seems to pump at double time. Noir pulled her tighter to himself, and with drunken grace aimed to roll both of their bodies over the ground. Incredibly careful considering how much he drank Noir wanted to look down at her, though he hadn’t allowed their lips to part he continued to enjoy her lips. A primal need began to well up deep in his belly as he tried to get between her legs. For his drunkenness he was gentle, but would continue the theme of not asking permission.