It's a feeling we always chase

Maea

And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die

He shivered under the touch of her hand, and his fingers trailing up her spine and into her hair left a trail of aching, lightning charged skin behind. It was like she had never been touched by him before, like it was the first time she dared explore him. All nerves and emotions, so tentative, so hesitant.

She felt him smile against her cheek, then nuzzle closer. His voice was quiet and very close to her ear, the thought he offered so... nervous? Was Sunjata unsure? King of the night, with bedroom eyes and more notches in the bedpost than even he cared to count? Yet the almost question worked like a charge on her - as if she wasn't completely attuned to everything he did already - and Maea's breath caught, her body tensing and relaxing under his hands.

"I think... I'd like it... if you did that," she breathed, heart beating faster. Was this what it meant to be seduced? To have her mind robbed of all thought but him? She still felt regret at what she had done, for the stolen kiss, but... ah, it was utterly shameless, but she couldn't stop thinking about what it would feel like. To have his lips brush over hers.

And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh