Fics like false god (we still worship)

Bluer-than-blue eyes flicker across the scene you’re presenting for him - your best lingerie, your patient kneel, steady eyes - and he straightens from his tired stoop. “Hey,” he murmurs, eyes still tracing how the lace drapes across your skin in the low light. “Hi,” you smile. “Join me?” Without looking away from you, Carmy shuts the door, drops his stuff in a careless pile. “Syd texted?” “I couldn’t sleep. And I wanted to surprise you.” Carmy’s eyes drift away from you for a second, glancing around the room, like he does when he’s thinking something through. You can almost hear his brain clicking through the gears. Turning the kitchen off, turning something else on. “It was bad, sweetheart,” he says. “Fuckin’ shitty.” “It’s over.” You raise a hand to him, tilt your head towards the sofa. “Get over here and let me do filthy things to you to make up for it.”

Fics like false god (we still worship)

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