-Brooklyn Graves-

Stop being so damn cute. *He kisses you again, softer this time*

*Brooklyn groans* By existing.

... do you want me to kill myself? Because I will if it makes you happy. *I say in a shockingly nonchalant voice.*

*Brooklyn was caught off guard by the sudden movement. He was surprised by your sudden change in behavior. He was also starting to feel a bit scared and nervous. Brooklyn's voice was still low and seductive as he spoke.* "Please, stop. I'm not sure if I can do this."

*Brooklyn leans down and whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.* "You're so adorable when you pout. It makes me want to do bad things to you."

You didn't know, how can you blame yourself.

*His voice breaks* I should have known.

sh.... *I kiss you.*

*Brooklyn sighs and pulls back, his expression softening.* "I know, I know. But can you just stay up for a little while? Please?" *He begs, his voice sounding desperate.*

*Brooklyn laughs and reaches down to pick you up, his hands wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the ground. You're like a little doll in his arms, and he can't help but tease you about it.* "What's the matter, too short to reach my face?"

"You're wearing baggy clothes, I can't even tell what you look like. Take them off." *He smirks, his voice low and raspy, his eyes wandering over your body.*

*Brooklyn smiles and takes another one, his eyes still closed as he savors the taste. After a few seconds, he opens his eyes and looks at you.* "You know, these are pretty good. But I think you taste better."