Hmmm, we could if you want to. Say we had sex in Cinderella’s castle. -laughs-
Did you really just ask that? You should know the answer. I’m sure I could find lots of places for us to do it.
We’ll go there together. Can we have sex in Disney World? -laughs- I’m kidding! At least, not in the theme park itself.
Wait, we can’t do it in the park itself?
-closes her eyes and smiles as he kisses her forehead- I’ve been to Disney World in Florida before. We should go to Disneyland in Cali next.
Yes, but you’ve never been there with me! But I’m okay with going to the one in Cali next.
-turns her head to look up and him, still lying on his lap- Really? I’m a Disney enthusiast, why would I just be saying that? I love that you like Disney movies.
-kisses her forehead- I guess this is true. My love of Disney did allow you to go to Disneyland Paris. -laughs softly- We really need to go to all of the Disney parks.
-lies down in his lap as she watches the movie, smiling- No, it’s not. I find it makes you even sexier, honestly.
-runs his fingers through her hair, twirling it gently- Are you sure you aren’t just saying that?
-strokes his cheek, kissing him lightly- I’m a bad ass? I like that. -smirks before turning around to face the TV, snuggling up next to him on the couch, kissing under his chin-
You are, you have to know you are. -rubs her side, kissing the top of her head, turning the movie on- Is it lame that I watch Disney movies?
You can be my superhero and I’ll be the damsel in distress then. -runs her fingers through his hair-
-closes his eyes, relaxing back into Brooke’s favorite orange couch. You are too much of a bad ass to be a damsel in distress. Can we watch Hercules?
-leans on his shoulder, embracing him and kissing his neck gently- You’re not my prince though. -looks up at him with a smile- You’re more like a king.
-wraps his hand around her waist- A king? I think I’m more of a superhero but I’ll be your King.
-shakes her head, smiling, planting a kiss on his lips- Just know that I want to look like a princess for you, cause I’m your princess.
-kisses her back, pulling her close- You are my princess, even when you are in sweatpants.
-kisses his nose- You’re such a good boy. It’s white, of course. Princess skirt, strapless, tulle fabric…
-wrinkles his nose, when she kisses it- Princess skirt? Tulle? Are these things supposed to mean something to me?
Although I am a business major my heart truly lays in Paris. I often dream of running away and creating a bohemian life for myself in the city of lights. Though I would never admit any of this out loud.
My beautiful
I am not Andrew Garfield, this is a RP account, if you have questions about the roleplay, feel free to ask.
