monicasposh:fire meets gasoline • chapter one • to burn, to smoke, to smolderHe’s pouring a glass wh
monicasposh:fire meets gasoline • chapter one • to burn, to smoke, to smolderHe’s pouring a glass when he hears the echoing footfalls of someone wearing heels walk across the floor and then a body is sliding into the stool next to him.“Do you mind sharing?”It’s the woman from the church; his raven-haired mystery. She’s taken her coat and hat off, and now he can see her face. She has stunning eyes; wide and dark and mesmerizing and he feels like he could get sucked in. Her nails are painted a deep, purplish-red, and she’s wearing a string of pearls that only help to emphasize her creamy skin, exposed by the décolletage of her silky black dress.“Not at all.”Instead of asking Fangs for another glass, he simply takes a drink from his and pushes it towards her. He expects her to flinch or make a face, but she picks it up, downs it in one go and sets it back on the counter in one fluid movement.There’s her lipstick print right there on the side of the glass and Archie looks at before offering her his hand to shake.“Archie Andrews.”“Veronica Lodge.”for @monica-poshread the first chapter here -- source link