The tips of his fingers ran up her exposed arms, he grinned at her with self-satisfaction. She was so weak to his methods, and this would be the first time he would go this far with her. But it didn't matter, she crumbled in his hands—fell captive to the touch of his fingers on her collarbone. His mouth wouldn't kiss her neck, it only caressed the skin gently. It drove her furious.
Her nails would dig into his shoulders; and she would shiver from the tricks he did to her body. She lusted for more, his lips sucked her earlobe, his hands gripped around her ribcage and steadily moved upwards her body. The blue-haired woman's legs wrapped around his hip, his breath hitched every now and then.
Her fingertips reached for the buttons on his ivory, collared shirt. His kisses engulfed her whole and became roughly violent, he continued further down her jaw to her shoulders. The man's hands clawed at the straps on her black dress, forcing them off her arms.
He delicately picked her up in his arms, lying her gently onto the ground. The man wanted to swallow her entirely, she was too good for him. He then slid the dress off her slender shape, his mouth panted since becoming worked up. He honestly didn't find it anymore perfect than it already was.
Proton took his lady on a date, asking her the one thing he needed to. To his surprise, she said yes. He still could not believe the reality before him, she was going to be his, and he was going to be hers. His rough hand held her left one, feeling the ring as he breathed in her upper body.
He breathed out heavily once more and smirked, "Clair… I love you."
She smiled back, gasping for air. They stopped for a moment, watching the other with eyes full of adoration. The green-haired man laid down next to her and she rested her head on his chest. The couple were inexplicably happy. Although this dimmed, incredibly small, laundry room wasn't ideal, they were together.
"Claaair!"
The couple was shocked to hear her cousin call for her in her apartment. Why was he here? And ruining this lovely moment?
"Goddammit, Lance…" Proton breathed, sitting up. Clair laughed and pulled up her dress, fixing her hair she put her index finger to her mouth and made a "shhh" sound towards her dearest. She opened the door quickly and left to find her idiotic cousin, damn him for coming at the worst time.
Proton listened from the other side of the door with a smirk, "Oh, there you are Clair," he heard Lance say. "Why do you look like a Pokémon used Whirlwind on you?"