[CLOSED] make you feel wanted...

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

He kissed her back gently, rubbing her back slowly. He couldn't deny he was falling for her. He probably would have told Satan to screw off if it had been anyone else. But no, he was going to do it because it meant another day with Zoey.

He ran a hand through her hair, kissing her deeper. He laid back on the bed, pulling her with him. He cupped her cheek, his heart pounding in his chest. He smiled, pulling away slowly. "You're a piece of work, babe." He said, laying his head back against the bed. He ran his hands up and down her back, looking up into her eyes. 'If this isn't love, I don't know what is.' He thought, biting his lip.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey met his kisses, dyed bangs falling to curtain the side of her face as he pulled her with him, gazing down at him affectionately. "I always have been She whispered. She's always been a rebel and got into trouble, though she really did get along with her family even if not with others...

And yet deep down she was still daddy's little girl, stuck wishing for him to come back one day. She felt like even her mother had given up home. She refused to believe he was dead.
Eyeing the pajamas she had given Britton, she nestled close, her father's once familiar scent and Britton's new one mingling together to create a certain sense of comfort.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

He hugged her close, stroking her hair. He couldn't help but wish he had taken her up on the offer earlier. He felt like the time between her tattoo and now had been entirely too long.

"Someone found the sketch of your tattoo. And they wanted me to give it to them. But I told them I couldn't. That's always gonna be just yours. You're my angel when the rest of the world is falling apart around me. And besides, she probably didn't look near as hot in green lace undies as you." He said, smirking over at her before giving her a gentle kiss.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey smiled at this, almost overwhelmed by the certain feeling that passed her. He really was amazing. "I'm no angel.." She whispered. "But I'll be yours forever.." She laughed at his comment about her underwear, simpl smirking faintly, kissing his cheek. She would figure out how to break it to her mom.

Even if lying about his age didn't work. She honestly hoped it did because her mom would never allow a guy almost eight years older than her stay...
Chewing on her lip thoughtfully, she just smiled down at him. For once she was happier then she had been in quite awhile. It felt amazing.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

He smiled, stroking her hair. He looked over at the clock and realized it was a little after nine. "Yeah, well, angel's are pansies." He said, sliding out of bed.

"I feel like I'm fourty. And I'm twenty-four." He groaned, standing up and stretching. He looked down and realized his shirt was hiked up, and his pants were as low on their hips as they would go.

"I just turned into Shakira." He said with a smile, then pulled his shirt back down. "Come on. Shakira wants coffee." He said, tugging on her feet. "I'm serious. You come with me to make coffee or I'm taking your pants. And then I will have no interest in coffee whatsoever."

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey laughed faintly at his words, gazing up at him affectionately, taking in everything about him down to the detail of his clothes. "Mm...maybe I don't wanna now," She teased, gettin to her feet with soft complaint before padding out of her room. She led him into the main room, her brother peering warily from his wings and a dark head of hair. "Not all angels are pansies," She whispered under her breath, raising an eyebrow at Brotton before taking his hand and tugging him into the kitchen.

She filled up the coffee filter and water tank and turned the coffee pot on, resting her lower back against the counter, her hands taking up his own and swinging them gently before she grew more interesting in getting to know the structure of them.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

He laughed, shaking his head. 'No, not all of them. Just most of them.' He thought, feeling her swing his arms back and forth. "Remember in grade school when we used to like, tuck our cousins into sheets and swing them back and forth? Maybe that was just me and Jake.." He bit his lip, unable to remember his brother as he was; only the bloody, disemboweled mess he was when Britt had killed him.

"I been workin' on the railroad.." He sang, rocking back and forth. He yawned, lacing his fingers between hers. "So, when's your parental unit come home so I can be chewed out?" He knew the minute she got wind of him being almost half way through his twenties, he would have to leave.

He thought back to when he was in high school, and a girl in his class was pregnant. She seemed to hate the baby, not caring when she ran into anything or if she was eating right. Britt remembered telling her one day she was going to hurt it, but she didn't care. He wondered if it lived, if it was still alive today. "Sometimes I think.. I'm too.. I get too attatched. Especially to babies. Cause they can't defend themselves, you know?" He looked up at her, biting his lip and wondering if wanting a baby as badly as he did was normal.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey laughed, completely at ease right now. "I was a single child at that time," She teased, eyebrows furrowing some. She wondered if he ever felt bad about killing his family, how bad that hurt deep down. She didn't think she could do such a thing, figured she would rather die instead. A faint smile graced her lips as Britton sang softly and yawned, and she gazed up at him with gentle eyes before glancing over to check on the brewing coffee.

"Nothing wrong with that," She murmured. "I kinda find it attractive," She teased, hoped he got that wish too. Things he wanted the most...and Satan had taken them all away. She sighed.
The coffee fell quiet and reluctantly she let go of his hands to get glasses.
"You're gonna be in so much trouble Zo," Her brother huffed, padding into the kitchen. "Tonyy..." She whined desperately. He smirked, snatching a xup of coffee and retreating again, wings unfurled without shame.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

He smiled, hearing her call it attractive. He didn't think it was. He thought it was kind of lame. "Yeah, well, Satan isn't gonna come through with that so.." He shrugged, watching her brother walk into the kitchen.

"Yeah, Zoe. You're gonna be in trouble." He said, poking her nose. He reached around her, grabbing a cup. He squeezed her hip, smirking down at her before getting his coffee and taking a sip. He sat on the counter, swirling the coffee around in his cup. Sometimes he thought he could see his family's faces in the liquid, which usually repulsed him and made him pour it out. He took another sip, looking around.

"Well, open your eyes, cause, baby, I'm all that you need." He sang quietly, remembering when he was in his band. "You need to listen to that one. It was my favorite." He smiled, raising the cup to his lips again. "Or I could play it, if you got an acoustic lying around."

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey crinkled her nose up playfully, hauling herself onto the counter beside him with the slightest struggle, sipping at the coffee and listening to him with a smile as he started singing again. "From what I've heard so far you have a good voice," She teased, leaning up lightly against his shoulder. "I have one in my closet. I don't llay it though, so you'll have to tune it first." She thought back on her dads attempts to teach her, smiling faintly at the memory.

"I would love to hear you play though," She admitted, returning to her coffee again, hearing the tv turn on in the living room.