(Death's POV; "And this is where we leave these two lovebirds be.")
Cece's POV:
"W...how can you say that so casually?!" I said, feeling his hands grab at the back of my thighs gently, tracing my skin as if he does it every day.
"It's tradition my love. We have to upkeep the rules." Quill replies serious.
I'm so distracted by his touch, I have to focus on what he's saying. And he must notice it too, because his touch becomes more...intimate.
"My love, you have this look on your face." Quill said, as he cupped my cheek, and grazed his lips across my jaw in slow movements. "It's so tempting to me, I love how you're looking at me."
"What look? It's just my face!" I protested, feeling the heat spread across my face.
"Ah, now you're all red." he traced my cheek with his finger.
