12-05-2018, 01:19 AM
She feels heat in his skin for the first time, before the shadows bring their cooling sensation once more. It makes her heart flutter nervously, to know that she had created such a reaction — that his body could flush warm just like hers did, in response to things she did or said. There is a tension brewing between them, one that she is familiar with and yet at the same time it is altogether different. Leilan had been bold and clear with his intentions, triggering a primal instinct that she had chosen not to resist.
But this, this is different. It is not simply primal; it is desire softened by her nervousness, a yearning that stirs but she is too shy to verbalize or act on. She notices that around her grows dark again, the image of Nerine disappearing, and if she can still hear the dull roar of the waves, she doesn’t notice. Her eyes find his face in the dim fibers of light, but she is sure she wouldn’t need the shield of his shadows to block out the rest of world right now. The air around them has grown still, and she is suddenly aware of every breath she takes, and the way her heart stumbles in her chest when he says yes.
His lips are on her shoulder, and then her back, and her breath catches in her throat at the feel of him. ”Ether,” She says his name on a breath, her black body fitting so neatly into the curves and angles of him when she presses into him. Briseis is rarely so bold to ask for anything, but she can’t recall ever wanting anything this badly. She only knows that no matter how close she is, it doesn’t seem close enough, even when her lips caress against his neck, his shoulder, and his chest, even when every trembling breath she expels is across his skin. ”If you want me, you can have me,” Her muzzle has trailed up his neck, realizing that she no longer has control over her words or her body. ”Because I want you.”
@[Ether]
But this, this is different. It is not simply primal; it is desire softened by her nervousness, a yearning that stirs but she is too shy to verbalize or act on. She notices that around her grows dark again, the image of Nerine disappearing, and if she can still hear the dull roar of the waves, she doesn’t notice. Her eyes find his face in the dim fibers of light, but she is sure she wouldn’t need the shield of his shadows to block out the rest of world right now. The air around them has grown still, and she is suddenly aware of every breath she takes, and the way her heart stumbles in her chest when he says yes.
His lips are on her shoulder, and then her back, and her breath catches in her throat at the feel of him. ”Ether,” She says his name on a breath, her black body fitting so neatly into the curves and angles of him when she presses into him. Briseis is rarely so bold to ask for anything, but she can’t recall ever wanting anything this badly. She only knows that no matter how close she is, it doesn’t seem close enough, even when her lips caress against his neck, his shoulder, and his chest, even when every trembling breath she expels is across his skin. ”If you want me, you can have me,” Her muzzle has trailed up his neck, realizing that she no longer has control over her words or her body. ”Because I want you.”
briseis.
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
@[Ether]