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Valentine’s dad was at a conference in Manhattan when Julian knocked on her door. Her face lit up as she opened the door to see her favorite person. The two went upstairs and sat on her bed; Val set out the beads and string, tossing them over to Julian.
🩷- “Whatcha gonna make?” Valentine chirps, cutting string for her bracelet.
🖤- “Like…something stupid like…uh, ‘dig bick’ or something…you?”
He shrugged, fumbling with the string.
Valentine cackled at his idea, brushing a beach blonde lock behind her ear.
🩷- “Uhm…like a ’TJ+V,’ uh, ‘Jules,’ or something cute..”
Valentine mumbled as she studied the organized bead tray in front of her.
After what must've been 40 minutes, Valentine spoke up.
🩷- “This bracelet making date is getting…boring…”
She chewed on the inside of her cheek, immediately regretting her flirtatious attempt. Julian half-smiled, leaning in.
🖤- “Oh? I guess I should do something about it, then.”
He responded.
Valentine got incredibly flustered at his tone, as always. Julian loved the way he could make her squirm with just his voice--and he abused that power.
🖤- “What should we do, baby? Or should I pick?”
He murmured, gaze dropping to her lips. Valentine’s breath hitched, her dark doe eyes looking up at him past her blonde bangs.
🩷- “Um, makeout, like usual..?”
She suggested impatiently, her hand reaching up and subconsciously toying with his sleeve.
Julian snorted at her boldness, moving to sit beside her.
🖤- “I mean, if you insist…”
He drawled, closing the distance.
He slowly brought his lips to hers in a strangely gentle kiss, a vast comparison to their usual messy make outs. Val’s eyes fluttered to a close, and she kissed him back as she felt all the tension melt away with her worries.
When Julian kisses her, Valentine feels like she's drugged. Her harsh personality soothed, her furrowed brow softened, that horrible, anxious weight in her abdomen lifting. Val was obsessed.
Julian was obsessed. The way this girl melted in his arms like putty, the way she kissed him back like she needed him just as much as he needed her. The two pulled away for air, their faces mere inches as they scanned the other’s expression.
Julian’s pupils were basically heart shaped with the way he looked at her. Valentine wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into another. Julian groaned softly into it as the kiss became more intense.
His tongue swiped her bottom lip, asking for permission as his hands found her hips.
Valentine parted her lips for him, shifting to face him entirely as he did the same.
Julian’s tongue explored her mouth as Valentine’s hands explored the hem of his shirt, slipping under. Her fingertips traced feather-light patterns on his sides.
He cupped her face, falling backwards onto the bed and taking her with him, without breaking the kiss.
It became open-mouthed and messy, and the kiss broke as Julian moved to her jaw, licking it softly before sucking, leaving a red mark.
🩷- “Ah..Julian-”
Julian smiled against her skin as he moved his mouth to her collarbone.
Soft moans spilled out of Valentine’s lips as Julian sucked around her neck and shoulders, leaving red marks on her soft toffee skin. The two were thoroughly worked up; Valentine pulled
Julian by the hair to her lips, dragging him into a sloppy kiss. Her hips jerked into his when he sucked on her tongue.
Valentine broke the kiss to breath.
🩷- “Jesus…”
Julian panted with her, wanting more.
🖤- “Want to..continue…further?”
Valentine raised an eyebrow at that.
🩷- “F-Further how?”
Julian didn’t know how to answer that.
His cheeks reddened as he realized they were finally having that talk.
🖤- “I-I mean like…4th base…”
🩷- “Like…baseball?”
Julian huffed
🖤- “No, sex, Valentine. I’m asking if you want to have sex.”
Julian stated bluntly.
Valentine looked away, embarrassed.
🩷- “I-I mean..yeah? Yes. My answer is yes. I-If you…if you want, of course.”
Julian nodded a little too quickly.
🖤- “Please. Yes please.”
When he tugged on the hem of her shirt, Valentine nodded. A silent question with an equally silent answer.