Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
His arms around her felt like home. The way he kissed her was the color of sunshine, of a river singing sweet lullabies as water soothed the stinging burn on too-pale shoulders. For a moment she caught his gaze, and the look in them was the flickering embers of a dying fire, of red light dancing over cavern walls as the scent of sea and sand surrounded her. And somehow it all brought to mind a lot of laughter; together with friends in a tavern full of people, alone spread out on a training room floor, dancing beneath the lights of a midsummer festival.
Sunjata was shuddering beneath her, his muscles taught and clenched, waiting for her, holding back until she got there, until she let herself fall. And her mouth was soft against his, tender and sweet, hungry and generous, happily accepting what he offered, giving what she could back of gentle caresses, her hands soft on his face, on his cheeks and neck as she kept moving, relaxing into the only true home she had left.
He was right, she really shouldn't build a future on him, on anyone but herself... but she had anyway. Foolishly optimistic, recklessly daring to dream of something to live for beyond herself... and maybe it was selfish, but she wanted to keep holding on to that dream. Even if it was only for herself. Only for a moment like this, stolen bliss - a play pretend of peace and happiness in a world of suffering - before he went back to chasing ghosts and goddesses without her.
And it was bliss. As she let herself go, entrusted herself to him, falling, shuddering as she felt the pleasure peak and break over her, as her body tensed and clenched around him and she came. Hard, sweet, safe and warm and wrapped in his arms, rocking against him and urging him to let go, to fall with her with the soft, melodic ring of her voice so close to his ear, breath hot against his neck.
Sunjata was shuddering beneath her, his muscles taught and clenched, waiting for her, holding back until she got there, until she let herself fall. And her mouth was soft against his, tender and sweet, hungry and generous, happily accepting what he offered, giving what she could back of gentle caresses, her hands soft on his face, on his cheeks and neck as she kept moving, relaxing into the only true home she had left.
He was right, she really shouldn't build a future on him, on anyone but herself... but she had anyway. Foolishly optimistic, recklessly daring to dream of something to live for beyond herself... and maybe it was selfish, but she wanted to keep holding on to that dream. Even if it was only for herself. Only for a moment like this, stolen bliss - a play pretend of peace and happiness in a world of suffering - before he went back to chasing ghosts and goddesses without her.
And it was bliss. As she let herself go, entrusted herself to him, falling, shuddering as she felt the pleasure peak and break over her, as her body tensed and clenched around him and she came. Hard, sweet, safe and warm and wrapped in his arms, rocking against him and urging him to let go, to fall with her with the soft, melodic ring of her voice so close to his ear, breath hot against his neck.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
