i think it’s a universal truth that everyone in our generation takes pluto’s losing its planetary status as a personal offense
pluto is smaller than russia. why did we ever even consider it a planet?
BECAUSE IT’S A PART OF OUR SOLAR SYSTEM
OHANA MEANS FAMILY
FAMILY MEANS NO ONE IS LEFT BEHIND
A medley of humidity and intoxication was keeping you in a state of delirium, hands tangled in sheets and mind a thousand miles away as you took your bottom lip between your teeth.
“What did I tell you about that?” Calum’s legs straddled yours just like his hands covered your own as he took them in his. “You know what that look does to me…” a response couldn’t even be formulated as he leant down to rest his forehead on top of yours; lifting them above your head with ease in perfect timing to the whisper that left his lips. “But then again that’s probably why you’re doing it, isn’t it sweetie?”
“Would I ever?” your smile was as gentle as the circles his thumb was tracing against your skin, Calum not being able to resist your lips in their still swollen state from his earlier assault, as a flush of colour come to his cheeks while you confronted his evident desire for a repeat head-on. “So are you going to kiss me or what?”
“You know I don’t think I will,” he shrugged easily, watching the smirk slip from your face to his as he pulled back just slowly enough for your hands to fall loose and flail through the air after him.
“Calum, I swear-”
“You swear what, darling?” his words urged you forwards, rocking up onto your heels as you grabbed at his arms from the base of the bed.
“I’ll never kiss you again,”
A laugh like a melody left his lips as yours contorted into a pout, fighting back the smile he knew was just below the surface.
“Empty promises, huh?” teasing unashamedly, his fingers brushed against your cheek making you bury your face into his hand as he looked down at you with a smile.
“Is it worth running the risk?” you questioned, turning to kiss his fingertips as Calum shook his head to himself lightly, already aware of just how well you were playing him with the feather light touches that were radiating from your mouth. “I know I wouldn’t.”
He used his unattended hand to guide your chin, positioning your head at a tilt like a photographer framing the perfect shot of summer in a private postcard of his own as he looked into your eyes.
“Me either,” he hummed lazily, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he moved his fingers around to the base of your neck in order to pull you closer.