Pierce
The strange new sensation of laughter rumbles from the man’s chest, released in an exhale that has him settling, getting used to the confines of limbs and the boundaries of what it is to become something new. The name is offered, the way it falls from her tongue a beautiful addition to the exact type of connotations he wishes it to have. Soft and gentle but with the hidden aspect of a razors edge. She claims she likes it, however, and that’s enough for Pierce to be pleased with the decision he’s made.
He rolls out his shoulders and arms, still caked in debris of the earth, spending a moment to try and brush it off of his appendages as she sidles up behind him, freezing him in place when she squeezes his bicep, when her lips touch his ear. ”What are we waiting for?” He asks out into the open air in front of him, pressing back slightly into her small lithe frame. ”Show me everything.” Comes the quieter request, turning to let his bright blue gaze scan her briefly over his shoulder.
”Though, perhaps I should clean up first. Wouldn’t want to make a bad impression, hm?” Eyes glinting with mischief, he shifts to offer his mud stained hand to her, to let her guide him.
He rolls out his shoulders and arms, still caked in debris of the earth, spending a moment to try and brush it off of his appendages as she sidles up behind him, freezing him in place when she squeezes his bicep, when her lips touch his ear. ”What are we waiting for?” He asks out into the open air in front of him, pressing back slightly into her small lithe frame. ”Show me everything.” Comes the quieter request, turning to let his bright blue gaze scan her briefly over his shoulder.
”Though, perhaps I should clean up first. Wouldn’t want to make a bad impression, hm?” Eyes glinting with mischief, he shifts to offer his mud stained hand to her, to let her guide him.
