DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
They were both distractions to one another, and intimately familiar with the games they played. Deimos considered letting her have her fun and antics for sparse moments, all the while building ramparts of mischief and tension. Her laugh was encouraging enough, and his gaze followed her, until she was no longer by his side, but straddling over his back.
It would be very opportunistic of him to simply roll over instantly, but far too easy. So he’d lull, entice, and perhaps get some enjoyment out of the impending massage, as much as he wouldn’t want to admit in the latter. Reputations of stoicism were at stake.
He could spot the cheeky grin and permitted another to match, and then sunk his head further into the mattress and bedspread, conforming to nothing more than a vague grunt as she began her ministrations. The aroma of pine filled his senses, and his eyes closed, trying to lower all of the guards, the walls, as she pressed against his likely very knotted muscles, scores of tension through shoulder and spine. “Depends. Do you have some good gossip?” He probably had some to share.
It would be very opportunistic of him to simply roll over instantly, but far too easy. So he’d lull, entice, and perhaps get some enjoyment out of the impending massage, as much as he wouldn’t want to admit in the latter. Reputations of stoicism were at stake.
He could spot the cheeky grin and permitted another to match, and then sunk his head further into the mattress and bedspread, conforming to nothing more than a vague grunt as she began her ministrations. The aroma of pine filled his senses, and his eyes closed, trying to lower all of the guards, the walls, as she pressed against his likely very knotted muscles, scores of tension through shoulder and spine. “Depends. Do you have some good gossip?” He probably had some to share.
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
