Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
The drawl of her name across his lips draws her gaze and she releases a fang to bite her own, similarly tempted. A spark of amusement melds among the heat in her eyes, the quirk of her lips spreading to a full out grin that reminds him how things ended up playing out just minutes before despite the grip he may have on her wrist. Her voice is a soft purr of dangerous promises. "Vesper. I'm not the careful type." And she certainly wouldn't mind being beneath him for the second go-around; but she can also feel the aches of her body, and rocks still hurt Ancients enough for her not to be thrilled with the idea of those same tender spots being pressed against the solid ground - no matter what pleasure it may ultimately bring her. Meaning that her promises will have to wait for another day.
Sighing through a minor pang of disappointment, Thal has to drag her other hand from behind him to prop it beneath her chin, a stopping place before she eventually plans to lift from his chest. For the time being, it gives her enough of an angle to follow Vesper's gaze up, the sunlight too filtered by the hazy clouds to hurt her eyes. The lack of purplish hues or humming static make the topic less abrasive, although her eyes narrow all the same, a threatening look upon her face. "I'll turn his popcorn to ash if that happens. Maybe then he'll get the idea." A snapping flick of her dark tail emphasizes her point before it resumes a slower pace, just content in having said her piece. For now.
Her free hand begins a casual tracing of a freckled constellation that shifts across his sweat-slick chest, the fingers chasing each star like a pack of lazy wolves following the thick scent of their orgasms. The tilt of her head is oppositely feline as she looks to Vesper, her playful smile returning. "What was that about cleaning up?"
Sighing through a minor pang of disappointment, Thal has to drag her other hand from behind him to prop it beneath her chin, a stopping place before she eventually plans to lift from his chest. For the time being, it gives her enough of an angle to follow Vesper's gaze up, the sunlight too filtered by the hazy clouds to hurt her eyes. The lack of purplish hues or humming static make the topic less abrasive, although her eyes narrow all the same, a threatening look upon her face. "I'll turn his popcorn to ash if that happens. Maybe then he'll get the idea." A snapping flick of her dark tail emphasizes her point before it resumes a slower pace, just content in having said her piece. For now.
Her free hand begins a casual tracing of a freckled constellation that shifts across his sweat-slick chest, the fingers chasing each star like a pack of lazy wolves following the thick scent of their orgasms. The tilt of her head is oppositely feline as she looks to Vesper, her playful smile returning. "What was that about cleaning up?"
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
