and all of us, we’re meant for the fire, but we keep rising up and walking the wires
He doesn’t feel ridiculous now.
She feels the blood freeze in her veins and then turn to liquid heat, racing through her, lighting her very extremities on fire. She stands still as he closes the gap between them, and she wonders at why she has never noticed all of the flecks of different colors in his eyes, the way that the light turns them molten. How they can shift from green to hazel to honey, taking on such a vast and dizzying array of color.
Her belly tightens, desire pooling in there.
She has never really felt this before. Never let herself want it. She was content to live apart, set aside and watching from a distance. She was content to travel alone, to keep an eye on her dangerous brother and to keep Fox squarely filed away as the old, slightly obnoxious, slightly funny friend.
But he doesn’t feel funny now.
And she doesn’t feel like laughing.
He traces patterns into her flesh and goosebumps follow, her nerves lighting up at every place that he has been. Her icy blue eyes heat and she turns to him, determined to not lose her edge in this game, determined to keep at least one hand next to his on the steering wheel. She was not raised to be a coward and she would not let the likes of him drive her away. She would not flee from this.
“Fox,” her voice is smoke and she reaches out, almost shy at first as her lips find the heavy angles of his jaw. He had just been a child the last time they had been together. He had been gangly and fluffy and cute, no edges, nothing to cause her heart to flip. But he isn’t just a boy anymore. He has grown into himself, his body filling out, his face taking shape with masculine weight and angles.
All she wants to do is explore them.
Perhaps later she will know that her determination to wrench control is what caused her to lose it entirely. Perhaps she will figure out that by fighting desperately for control, she relinquished it all, but she doesn’t recognize it now. All the same, she’s lost in the moment, lost in him. She nearly hums in her throat as she nips slightly at him, catching hide between her teeth and holding it, pinching down and then releasing it.
She sighs, her breath rolling lazily over him.
“Shut up, Fox,” she murmurs, mouth moving over the slopes of his forehead, lipping at the soft velvet near the corner of his mouth. “Don’t say something stupid and make me regret this.”
lynx
@[Fox]