“ My star… “

Maverik mumbled into the small of your back, scarred lips tracing down your exposed skin like snowflakes melting on a flickering candle…

“ My dear— “

Another gentle kiss.

“ Must you wear this—..?? Teasing me like some sort of house pet. . . Why not just stay home~? “

Maverik’s hands glided up your legs as he whined.

“ Don’t you love me my star..??? So cruel— “

He stood at his full height, 6,0, to hug you close to him.

“ So cruel— Yet so sweet.. like tea. “

That was an odd comparison.

Maverik pulled you closer to your shared bed.

“ Just— Let me hold you? For a moment longer… “