// smile like you mean it //
Something else in common, indeed. Her hands feel like magic, both painful and soothing, all wrapped in the nice concise scent of clove, woodsmoke, cinnamon. His hands at the small of her back widen, helping to keep her precisely where she is, giving her all the boost she needs to continue to work at the rough, gnarled scar tissue.
Dark eyes find her even brighter blues, another huff escaping him briefly before her thumb replaces the pressure of the palm of her hand, a more pinpointed sharp pain that does succeed in having that gasp of a sound pass by his lips — a sound that he finds immediately muffled when she leans in and presses her lips to his own, and surprise paints every inch of his body. Not that he’s going to act like he’s been caught unaware.
So he presses back into the kiss, letting her steal the groan that escapes his throat. She presses into him and he remains like a pillar beneath her even as she presses her hips down. He doesn’t react much at all, until he breaks the kiss to press his forehead to hers, careful to make sure his horns don’t knock into her. “Flora,” he pauses, his dark gaze focusing down at the hands that cover his chest. “I, mm, I am not sure if this is a good idea for you.” He breathes, withdrawing slightly to look up at her with an apology flickering in his dark gaze.
Dark eyes find her even brighter blues, another huff escaping him briefly before her thumb replaces the pressure of the palm of her hand, a more pinpointed sharp pain that does succeed in having that gasp of a sound pass by his lips — a sound that he finds immediately muffled when she leans in and presses her lips to his own, and surprise paints every inch of his body. Not that he’s going to act like he’s been caught unaware.
So he presses back into the kiss, letting her steal the groan that escapes his throat. She presses into him and he remains like a pillar beneath her even as she presses her hips down. He doesn’t react much at all, until he breaks the kiss to press his forehead to hers, careful to make sure his horns don’t knock into her. “Flora,” he pauses, his dark gaze focusing down at the hands that cover his chest. “I, mm, I am not sure if this is a good idea for you.” He breathes, withdrawing slightly to look up at her with an apology flickering in his dark gaze.
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
