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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    close your eyes and make a wish; khari [M]
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    let my eyes be the rhythm, let my mind be your freedom

    He couldn't fucking breathe, couldn't think with her arching into his kisses. He groaned, and fuck, she was squirming under him as he panicked, as his mind sent frantic half-thoughts and his blood crashed through his body. He loved how restless it made her, writhing, how she seemed to enjoy what he did. God, he wanted her. Wanted to pull more thoughts from her mind as he--

    But she was staring back at him, panting with him with eyes gone dark and wide and dazed. Like his. ...more. More. She liked - it, how it made her feel when he touched her. She reached, tapping his chin with her nose in that way she does, but he didn't move, couldn't move, transfixed and watching that perfect light in her eyes that settled a deep ache in his belly. Damn, he - want her.

    She touched him again, soft and hesitant, still struggling to breathe. His eyes threatened to close, but he stayed locked on to hers, her lips drifting a little further up to brush just below his. They parted for her, his eyes swimming and chest heaving. Wanted to - kiss her. She knew he wanted more, he could hear that she'd caught at least that much.

    More? she echoed, asked, her gaze falling to his mouth. He strangled another groan. Yes, - definitely more. Even his thoughts were breathless.

    His eyes slid to her mouth, too. Then back to her eyes as he slowly leaned, pressing a tender kiss to the top of her nose. He'd done it so many times before, something familiar in all this new. The wild new that felt so good. Kali.. he whispered, finally a thought he actually meant to send to her. He watched her face as he placed another careful kiss, this time to the corner of her mouth, gauging her reaction. Not unwelcome though, and he tried again.

    He pulled back, just a little, his eyes falling to her mouth again. So hard to breathe, heart racing. Couldn't think. Didn't want to. He bent again, his lips brushing hers, so softly, so gently, but before he could pull away again, he was already back for another. This time just a little firmer, a little more sure. Kali.. he said again, retreating once more to study her expression.

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    RE: close your eyes and make a wish; khari - by Kharon - 06-26-2017, 12:50 AM



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