A warm meal and a quiet night

KIADA curl your hands into fists, and sharpen your nails. He could take however long he wants to explore her. It still doesn’t stop the hitch of her breath in a moan when his hand roams along her breast, running along a quite perked nipple. But he abandons it as soon as she’s moving, trying her best to find the easiest way to slip out of her pants and undergarments to toss them to the floor — a flame burning within her with no way out, not yet at least. Not as she hooks her legs around him, hands roaming and slightly fiddling with the cloth that blocks him from her too. And when he sits up, sheds the last bit of cloth and she can finally take all of him in, too, she feels her heartbeat thunder in her chest, pulsing hard against her neck, legs shifting a bit to give him all the room he needs. But she’d be lying if she didn’t crave him, not when her fingers find his hair again, silently thankful for the quick thinking on his part — gods she doesn’t want to have to explain that to Deimos. But Chulane is hovering over her again, her fingers tightening in his hair, one roaming down his spine as his hand trails down along her and leaves goosebumps in his wake. She shivers, shudders under the attention, torn between wanting to capture his lips in a sharp and biting kiss and settling to wait and see just how sweet this dessert truly can be. Her breath hitches again, and her fingers tighten in his hair even more, trying to pull him to her lips for an engulfing kiss, a lilting moan slipping from her as her hips roll into his hand, into the ministrations of his thumb and that pressure already building, a sharp want and need that she shoots down the bond. She wants to prolong this, to sit in this euphoric feeling forever, another thought that she sends straight to him. She knows she can’t stay like this; but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t try, as her lips aim to run along his jawbone, seeking his neck and shoulder, anywhere she can reach really. Trailing and trailing with all of her focus, all of her sounds, just for him alone. the next time a man tells you to smile, show him bloodstained teeth.