THE VALKYRIE
You bring clarity when I can't see past
All the places where I made my mistakes
All the places where I made my mistakes
Encouraging out those sparks of light and color is one of her new favorite games, and she is already grinning before he has a chance to turn around. He one-ups her immediately, the charmer, and the kiss is far too brief for how it makes embers dance in her veins as she leans toward him in a vain attempt to chase after his lips. "You're playing with fire," she threatens, though it comes out bemoaning. She's not quite ready to abandon the rest of the pile outside to christen their new home. Maybe in another hour.
Ru can't help but already begin running her hands over the furs even as they're laid, craving to lay their combined scent within them and make them into a proper nest. She has to fist her hands to resist the craving, though her eyes shine with pleasure when she turns away from the bed. With the addition of pet names, it all feels so very domestic, and she's brimming with the intensity of her euphoria. "Kitchen, of course. We'll need a breakfast of champions to celebrate the end of our first night." Their dinner will be similar, but she suspects far more sedate after all the work to be done.
The kitchen is a vision of emerald green and black, brass fixtures and rust-veined marble. Unpacking here takes the two of them given all the smaller, more delicate items, but it provides the addictive sensation of moving past each other around the island, or exchanging items as they bump hips and shoulders to open drawers and cabinets. During one such moment, she wraps her arms around his waist and presses a kiss to his spine, needing some sort of outlet for the overflowing happiness inside. "Anything left outside for the kitchen?" She murmurs into his back, tilting her head to rest her chin there in an easy, languid roll.
Ru can't help but already begin running her hands over the furs even as they're laid, craving to lay their combined scent within them and make them into a proper nest. She has to fist her hands to resist the craving, though her eyes shine with pleasure when she turns away from the bed. With the addition of pet names, it all feels so very domestic, and she's brimming with the intensity of her euphoria. "Kitchen, of course. We'll need a breakfast of champions to celebrate the end of our first night." Their dinner will be similar, but she suspects far more sedate after all the work to be done.
The kitchen is a vision of emerald green and black, brass fixtures and rust-veined marble. Unpacking here takes the two of them given all the smaller, more delicate items, but it provides the addictive sensation of moving past each other around the island, or exchanging items as they bump hips and shoulders to open drawers and cabinets. During one such moment, she wraps her arms around his waist and presses a kiss to his spine, needing some sort of outlet for the overflowing happiness inside. "Anything left outside for the kitchen?" She murmurs into his back, tilting her head to rest her chin there in an easy, languid roll.
Your love has turned me into something better
Elevate me with your love forever
Elevate me with your love forever
