your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Panting softly above him, Flora smoothes her thumb over his cheek, settling it (perhaps coincidentally (yeah right)) over the two stars beneath his eye. A thought bloomed, then, in the back of her mind. The one bound with gold and red strings and kept carefully tethered far down, beneath layers and layers of misdirection where she might not accidentally happen upon it. While sitting in his lap with his hands on her wasn't the sort of thing to normally draw that word up from the shadows of her mind, that she was in his shirt, in his bed, having nearly died at his side had the corded knots beginning to loosen as she gazed down at him.
The moonlight had darkened his eyes, revealing small crescents of blue that stole her breath nearly as much as the touch of his hands did. Tensing suddenly as she realized where it was her thoughts were headed, the queen rolled her hips against his, ignoring the pain and instead focusing on the surge of heat between her thighs. Hot waves of garnet and ruby covered the gold and red knots, and as Flora turned her attention to the feel of her pulse between her thighs, it became easier and easier to pretend she hadn't seen where her mind had wanted to take her. Hadn't felt the word beneath all the knots.
The moonlight had darkened his eyes, revealing small crescents of blue that stole her breath nearly as much as the touch of his hands did. Tensing suddenly as she realized where it was her thoughts were headed, the queen rolled her hips against his, ignoring the pain and instead focusing on the surge of heat between her thighs. Hot waves of garnet and ruby covered the gold and red knots, and as Flora turned her attention to the feel of her pulse between her thighs, it became easier and easier to pretend she hadn't seen where her mind had wanted to take her. Hadn't felt the word beneath all the knots.
