Timeless [Sting X Reader] || Third Book

22 : Sentence ; Part 4

The bruises on your skin lighten the same way the midnight softens into the brightness of the morning and Sting can finally allow himself to free his touches with the unnecessary gentleness like he was cradling chicken eggs; Sting shakes his head when he hears your song through the walls of the bedroom, and when he exits the room, half-dressed and half-awake, he's a bit startled when he feels your fingernails curl into the skin of his wrist and pull him into a silly dance- it's more foot tapping and giggles than it is poise and graceful spins, but Sting enjoys himself nonetheless.