He heard the sound before he even entered the room. The bright blush already on his face. On the big screen was a video recorded by a brain bot from a while back, Wayne between Syx’s legs. The sounds of their lovemaking filling the room, tinny from the speakers.
Laughing nervously, he’s not entirely sure how Anna will take the discovery. Syx rubbed his arm, “Oh uuuh… going through my videos? Six-five-two tends to record things where I want it to or not.”
“and scars, show me all the scars you hide, and hey, if your wings are broken please take mine so yours can open too…”
Syx nuzzled into Anna’s hair, things would get better. They would. Her arms wrapping around him were proof of that.
Syx wrapped his arms around Anna, “Do you know how they made that effect?” he distracted her from the images on screen, trying to remove the mystery, “They made a giant puppet, the level of detail is really amazing, anyway it takes five guys to manipulate the thing. Actually, this is what inspired my alligators. Have I shown you them up close yet?”
Her body had once been covered in scars too. When he’d first met her. When she’d learned herself they had melted away. An inky tattoo had taken their place along with deep mental wounds worse then Syx could imagine. The idea of losing all of your memories or yourself, made the villain shudder. Especially with how much he cherished his nearly perfect recall despite the horrors it sometimes inflicted on him.
When she kissed his stomach, her tongue tracing old scars, Syx drew in a shuddering breath. Her lips pressing to one with a very surgical nature. He stilled against her with a soft sound, focusing on the love she had for him to try and replace the connection with hurt and pain. They could heal together from their wounds. Healing each others scars with kisses.
I didn’t sign up to star in twilight!
❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?
Syx is most sensitive on his neck and ears. His whole head is fairly sensitive as well and he loves touches done to it. His feet are sensitive too, especially the arches.
∀ : Your muse’s favorite position? already answered
☯ : If you’re comfortable with it, write a drabble about our muses doing something naughty.
Syx had been trying to finish a draft for a modification to a hover bike, he really was…
His moans filled the lair. Anna’s clever hand had slipped inside his pajama pants and found his slit, fingers sliding in and out easily as she pressed kisses into his neck. Syx rolled his hips, needing more, always more. His pencil falling to the desk out of limp fingers as his head tipped back.
It seemed he’d been ignoring his Tiger and she decided to come claim what was hers.
RP backup 