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"Is- is this okay?"
Lemon panted, his arms shaking as he held his body above you: his plush lips mere centimeters away from meeting yours. Beads of sweat dripped off of him, landing to trace the edges of your face and cascade down your neck. Your breath quickened as your eyes met with his. Was this really happening? Your hands found their way up to his cheeks- fingers softly caressing the edges of his beard- feeling the coarseness of his hair. He was warm- the kind of comforting warmth that made your insides twist into a mess while a needy ache fluttered through your core. His gaze softened- lids lowering as the spark that normally reflected in his eyes subsided. God, how you had wanted this: the two of you- alone- mere seconds from engaging in passion. Your eyes closed- chin tilting upwards in hopes of connecting your lips.
"Lemon...." You breathed- chest heaving- wanting nothing more than to give in to lust.
"uh...." Lemon blinked, moving himself away slightly, in confusion.
"Dafuk are ya doin?" Tangerine gestured at the both of you from the doorway- cigarette in hand.
You blinked- previous spell of lust broken. As it were: you were lying on your back on the floor of the train car, staring up at a concerned looking Lemon.
"They passed out....." Lemon motioned to you, pressing a hand to your clammy forehead. "Low blood sugar". He held a bottle of juice up- he had been slowly dripping it into your mouth but most of it had missed and left a sticky trail on your cheeks and neck.
He remembered your condition- how sweet! The corners of your mouth shook into a smile, vision coming back into focus. You sat up- Lemon handed you the rest of the bottle.
"It's apple. Hope that's okay"
You nodded- downing the rest of it. Tangerine rolled his eyes. You'd feel better soon.
"Get off the floor, the two of you. That's disgusting"
Lemon gently lifted you to your feet- a firm but soft hand on your shoulder to steady you.
"You alright, luv?"
You nodded. God, he was the sweetest.