You're so cold
but you feel alive
She nodded, agreeing with everything he said. The location was everything they wanted, the house was spacious yet not so much that they would get lost. Spaces to live, to breathe, to be together and apart, as they wished. To work in, to store things, to live within. The potentials of the garden aside, the house was beauitful. With some work, it could become perfect.
A home. Their home... and that thought was enough to make her head spin.
"You do swing a mean broom," she teased gently, trying to ground herself. Accept the reality of this insane happiness. Her arms slipped around his bare back, sunwarm and smooth; he smelled of sun and wind and oceans today, the smoke and whiskey tones very faint. Barely there at all. Her hands trailed over the healing scars, aching at the patches where inked feathers had been chipped away. Marring the beautiful design. Marking his skin even more, like a map over the stories of his life.
He leaned down, and Maea tilted her head back. Melted into the kiss with a soft sigh, as gentle as his mouth over her lips. She raised herself up on tiptoes, to get closer, pressing her body into his.
A home. Their home... and that thought was enough to make her head spin.
"You do swing a mean broom," she teased gently, trying to ground herself. Accept the reality of this insane happiness. Her arms slipped around his bare back, sunwarm and smooth; he smelled of sun and wind and oceans today, the smoke and whiskey tones very faint. Barely there at all. Her hands trailed over the healing scars, aching at the patches where inked feathers had been chipped away. Marring the beautiful design. Marking his skin even more, like a map over the stories of his life.
He leaned down, and Maea tilted her head back. Melted into the kiss with a soft sigh, as gentle as his mouth over her lips. She raised herself up on tiptoes, to get closer, pressing her body into his.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
