You're so cold
but you feel alive
Humming a quiet laugh against his lips as he lifted her up, she hooked her legs about him, skirts hitching up around her thighs. Maea barely noticed, too distracted with by his mouth, the way he nipped her lower lip, and how soft his hair was when she threaded her fingers through it. No need to strain her neck to reach him, no dull ache in her leg from putting too much weight on it; the world shrunk to him and her and the places where their bodies met. His arms around her. His bare chest and shoulders, the way she absolutely preferred them; it's how she had come to know him first. All bronze and navy, water slick and sunwarm.
There was a slight stirring down the bond to her companion, of jealous upset and alarm, but this time Maea just blocked it out. Did not feel like dealing with it just now. She pressed her lips harder against Sunjata's, hungry for him. It felt like it had been a long time since they shared more than light pecks... and she had missed this.
There was a slight stirring down the bond to her companion, of jealous upset and alarm, but this time Maea just blocked it out. Did not feel like dealing with it just now. She pressed her lips harder against Sunjata's, hungry for him. It felt like it had been a long time since they shared more than light pecks... and she had missed this.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
