And it burns like a gin and I like it,
Curious as to what he may have in mind, she doesn't fight Pierce as he turns her. It sends a thrill through her when he pins her body, the wood of the bar top biting into her spine as it arches into his touch. He moves quickly, and she grins as she braces for something pleasantly painful, an eagerness evident in the sheen of her eyes.
A punch is not what she expects, and Thal gasps as the pain radiates from her shoulder, a blinding purple-white flashing across her vision as she recoils. Her immediate instinct is rage and the urge to hit him back, her body tensing to attack - but his mouth covers her gasp just as the sensation reaches the base of her skull. It spreads like ink in water, a single violet drop amongst the blue of her mind that becomes larger with every shift of the current. Slowly, the anger recedes like the tide, encouraging her to give in to the kiss, to drown in the feeling.
Thal leans into Pierce, wrapping her arms around the back of his head to pull him closer, wanting more of the sweet taste of his lips. It's like an addictive drug that makes the purple swell of her thoughts crash pleasantly against her senses. Everything is heightened; sharper, brighter, stronger, and she delights in the dark purple hue of it all. A low groan rumbles from her throat as she gives in, tightening her fingers in his curls.
A punch is not what she expects, and Thal gasps as the pain radiates from her shoulder, a blinding purple-white flashing across her vision as she recoils. Her immediate instinct is rage and the urge to hit him back, her body tensing to attack - but his mouth covers her gasp just as the sensation reaches the base of her skull. It spreads like ink in water, a single violet drop amongst the blue of her mind that becomes larger with every shift of the current. Slowly, the anger recedes like the tide, encouraging her to give in to the kiss, to drown in the feeling.
Thal leans into Pierce, wrapping her arms around the back of his head to pull him closer, wanting more of the sweet taste of his lips. It's like an addictive drug that makes the purple swell of her thoughts crash pleasantly against her senses. Everything is heightened; sharper, brighter, stronger, and she delights in the dark purple hue of it all. A low groan rumbles from her throat as she gives in, tightening her fingers in his curls.
Thalassa
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
