Fool me once, fool me twice
Are you death or paradise?
Are you death or paradise?
As if in permission - although they both know he doesn't need it - Thal reaches her arms up to clasp them behind his neck, the motion helping to lift the hem of her shirt higher along her pale skin. She won't stop him, and certainly doesn't want to as she urges his head lower in her movements, willing him closer, to enjoy what she lays before him. It's no longer a teasing game of seduction, but a challenge of pleasure, of how they might make the mirror fog with the force of their steamy show. Her mind plays along with his shadows that lap gently at her legs, slipping gracefully into the heat that slowly starts to rise with his words.
Treating it more as an order than a reverent comment, she instinctually looks to the mirror, catching the moment her hips hit the pillar, the rustling of leaves mixing with her soft intake of breath. Thal might know she's hot, but there's something about seeing the hooding of her blue eyes, the stretching of her curved form, the arch of her back that sends a thrill through her. She bites her lip, a mental groan of delight echoing through her body as she watches her reflection lift her chin to better feel his breath against her throat, reaching.
But she's not the only thing she likes the sight of, letting her eyes drag down Vesper's body pressed against her, the subtle strength and writhing shadows seeming to devour her, looming and dark in the glow of the garden. It makes her smile through the bite of her fang, a whispered chuckle leaving her. "You don't look too bad either." There's smoke and temptation in her tone, indicative of the fire that's slowly beginning to spark, the desire that lives constantly beneath her skin.
Her gaze finds his in the mirror, not losing any of its heat in the reflection as she tilts her head, tempting with her words and the sharp grin on her lips. "How do you want me, Vesper?" Thal lets his name roll from her tongue like a summoning, the recall of their previous sexcapade thick in her mind as she graciously decides to relinquish a bit of control, to let him choose what display he might get to play a part in.
Treating it more as an order than a reverent comment, she instinctually looks to the mirror, catching the moment her hips hit the pillar, the rustling of leaves mixing with her soft intake of breath. Thal might know she's hot, but there's something about seeing the hooding of her blue eyes, the stretching of her curved form, the arch of her back that sends a thrill through her. She bites her lip, a mental groan of delight echoing through her body as she watches her reflection lift her chin to better feel his breath against her throat, reaching.
But she's not the only thing she likes the sight of, letting her eyes drag down Vesper's body pressed against her, the subtle strength and writhing shadows seeming to devour her, looming and dark in the glow of the garden. It makes her smile through the bite of her fang, a whispered chuckle leaving her. "You don't look too bad either." There's smoke and temptation in her tone, indicative of the fire that's slowly beginning to spark, the desire that lives constantly beneath her skin.
Her gaze finds his in the mirror, not losing any of its heat in the reflection as she tilts her head, tempting with her words and the sharp grin on her lips. "How do you want me, Vesper?" Thal lets his name roll from her tongue like a summoning, the recall of their previous sexcapade thick in her mind as she graciously decides to relinquish a bit of control, to let him choose what display he might get to play a part in.
Now you'll never see me cry
There's just no time to die
There's just no time to die
Thalassa
