death of a bachelor starters ( accepting )
Long fingers are upon her waist to draw her near, a muted smile fixed to his mouth as eyes the shade of deep chocolate are set upon ruby lips. Her stage lipstick is ironic, hilarious to the pair, as it could symbolise the bloodshed witnessed by hundred on stage to be applauded and cheered. The last of the blood has been washed from his hands and from thick arms, now he seeks to be painted red AGAIN. Red is his colour, he attains it where he may.

Their noses press, and eyes drift to stare into her own. Jon is yet to grin, he appears in a daze, absorbing her into her flesh so he might become blissfully light headed. She might object to his habits, but when SHE is the drug he craves, she’d be cruel to deny his high.
Jon won’t kiss her, he wants to ( so much it hurts ) but he seeks the thrill of the wait, he wants her to press hot lips to his smirking set.
“ If I thought we could get away with it, I’d insist upon that being your stage name. “