Rating: R
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Dusk
Notes: Table 4-Time for the 12 Stories challenge
Warnings: Implications
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: More 1907.
09: Dusk
She sighed and tossed her sunset hair over her shoulder. Dale bit his lip and caught a lock. Brought it up to smell it.
She rolled her eyes and twitched her head just so, and the hairs slipped out of his fingers.
He trailed a hand down her arm and slipped his arm around her waist. A sudden chill passed through her. She pressed closer to him. Dale didn’t complain. He liked it when she was so responsive.
“I hate 1907,” she sighed.
He heartily agreed. “Miserable existence,” he said. She giggled.
A tender touch brought his attention to a much more pleasant subject. He blushed a little. She blushed a little more. Stacey wasn’t usually so forward.
His hand covered hers and he pressed a warm kiss to her lips. She shivered again, pressing her body closer. He wrapped his free arm around her and pushed her back onto their makeshift bed.