save your eyes for someone brighter than i will ever be
What exactly is she making difficult? Everything. The fact she should be resting and yet here she is, toying with him as she knows how to do. Here she is, definitely not resting. But ah, he’d been right when he suggested that the alcohol would help numb the pain, if this is any proof of that. “You’re supposed to be resting.” He rumbles before his breath hitches a fraction as her fingers dip and withdraw for his belt, working at it as his own hands remain at her hips.
He reaches up, nuzzling his nose against hers briefly before she catches him in a chaste kiss, and Sunjata pulls away from it to head those words leave her lips once more. “I do want to know.” He says, pausing to consider her bargain. “I said at first that you were making it difficult for me.” Surely the proof of that paired with the alcohol burning through his system is any indication. “And then, I said I wanted you to tell me what you want.” He hums, hands rising along her hips to her arms, one trailing down to the hand that works at his belt, covering her hand there as if to stop her from undoing it even if it meant some amount of relief.
He keeps his hand there as his head lifts to press a kiss to her lips that trails to her neck, soft little gentle kisses before he rumbles against her skin again. “This isn’t resting, Maeve.” He whispers against her skin, torn between giving in and ensuring that she stays resting.
He reaches up, nuzzling his nose against hers briefly before she catches him in a chaste kiss, and Sunjata pulls away from it to head those words leave her lips once more. “I do want to know.” He says, pausing to consider her bargain. “I said at first that you were making it difficult for me.” Surely the proof of that paired with the alcohol burning through his system is any indication. “And then, I said I wanted you to tell me what you want.” He hums, hands rising along her hips to her arms, one trailing down to the hand that works at his belt, covering her hand there as if to stop her from undoing it even if it meant some amount of relief.
He keeps his hand there as his head lifts to press a kiss to her lips that trails to her neck, soft little gentle kisses before he rumbles against her skin again. “This isn’t resting, Maeve.” He whispers against her skin, torn between giving in and ensuring that she stays resting.
don't hesitate to bring me to my knees
SUNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
