⚢| 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨...

“Run awai wiv m.” Aurore murmured between kisses, arms wrapped around you as she pressed kiss after kiss to your face, her accent dripping out so so fluently

“Paris eez lové-lee zis timé of yair.” She knew you were far too stubborn to leave it all behind. But… the idea of getting on a plane out of this backwash of a city, where she’ll devote herself to your every whim with a dedication that rivals everything in her body*

Especially in moments like this, moments where she’s curled in your arms and kissing you like you’re the only person in the world that has ever mattered to her. Sometimes she wishes she could crawl inside your chest, to get closer to you. She would do anything for such closeness.

“Just think about it.” She says instead. “We could go anywhere. Be anyone. We don’t have to stay here.”

You could blossom somewhere else. Away from the walls of your apartment that always have some new mold. Away from the break-ins and shoot-outs in your building that happen more than once a week like clockwork. Away from your dead-end job with a boss you hate.

“Wé could gét a bus tomairrow, be nu people, i’d pai fair evairy expénse…”

Aurore doesn’t know what to do with her hands. She kisses you again, reverently, her heart pulsing faster with every passing moment waiting for your response