the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe

you should know, that i'm a ticking time bomb

and you're getting close

She agrees to the foolish comment, and it quirks a corner of his lip up a small amount more. But her arms lift and wrap around his neck, like they fit there perfectly, like they always have — and he gives into her again. His gaze finds her, finds the hurt within, the way its reflected in his own stormy steels.

And she agrees to the bargain too — sealing the deal with a kiss that he gives back, lips finding her own as her hands tangle in his wind swept hair. A thank you in return, hands sliding from her middle back to her legs, pulling her close so his chest can brush against hers, so she might be able to feel the racing pulse beneath the bronze skin.

One hand lingers along her thigh as the other reaches up for her hair again, brushing his fingers through it before he cups the back of her head and pulls away from the kiss a small amount, his forehead moving to rest against her own. “Thank you.” He breathes against her lips, searching her gaze, voice hoarse and accented thicker than usual. A thank you, for the gift she gives him, the sacrifice she makes.

so better watch your step, because i'm about to blow

and where the pieces land i guess we'll never know

SuNJATA