Pictures in the Dark

[formidable]

General PSL/FUNBOX post for aurajen and formidable. Lots of OC shenanigans. ➢ Cool Mood Music No. 1 ➤ Cool Mood Music No. 2

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[infusion]

[In all seriousness, Iona's slowing down for his sake and to create a better mood. She practically jumped him there. She'll need to play fair and see how she can steer this in a way that isn't too awkward.

Not that she's helping, what, with her fingers drumming against his chest. And ah, his hand on her back makes her shift slightly on top of him (she loves his touch, probably more than he realizes).]

Well, yes, sex is embarrassing. Which is why, I'm giving you a minute to think it over before I try anything else.

[dilatory]

[He can't help but chuckle at that, despite the feeling of awkwardness brimming in him.]

I don't think you should be giving me a minute to think, or else we might just be lying here forever.

[Wow, was that an invitation? The only way Michael Camden can give one, embarrassed as he is.]

[infusion]

[I wouldn't mind that, is what Iona thinks about saying, but she instead pauses before lifting herself up and off of Michael somewhat so she's sitting more upright. She takes one of his hands, tugging it upwards, gesturing him to do the same.]

Here, sit up. It'll be too difficult for you to do anything if I just lay on top of you like a rock.

[dilatory]

[Michael sits up with the smallest of tugs, often inclined to do what Iona says, especially in these sort of circumstances.]

Hey, I wasn't complaining or anything.

[Though now that he's managed to sit up, he does look a little less confused about what to do.]

You're always so warm.

[infusion]

[Her face flushes immediately after he says that. It's the little things that get to Iona when it comes to Michael, really, and she wonders if he's caught on to that yet (probably not).

Arms wrap around his torso and she shakes her head at him. But she's still smiling.]

What am I supposed to do with you, seriously?

[Iona takes a deep breath and rests her forehead against his shoulder, pulling him close into something that's more like a hug.]

You know... I don't think I say this enough. I like you. I really like you Michael.

[She wouldn't do this if it were otherwise after all.]