And it burns like a gin and I like it,
It may be a trap, but it's a very enjoyable snare laced with lavender honey that Thal happily stumbles upon. The pain lasts only a second, every brush of Pierce transforming the initial rejection and discomfort into purple pleasure and indigo delight. She loses all interest in fighting or retaliating, wondering why she'd waited so long to seek him out.
When he draws back, Thal finds herself smiling sharply, the ache of her shoulder but a distant memory in the haze of her mind. Her blue eyes look almost violet as she blinks up at him, her arms still tangled comfortably in his hair as she hums. "Mmm. Never felt anything quite like it," she tilts her head up towards him, a teasing smirk on her lips, "but I think you can do better." It's almost a compliment the way she says it - even as the challenge lingers in her tone - and as he leans down into her, Thal couldn't care less who sticks around to watch. They should count themselves lucky.
She finds it harder to resist touching him, the way it makes her mind flare, the way she wants to let him indulge in her, to take from her. Her hips shift to help release her blouse form her pants, letting his hands slip beneath so he might feel the warmth of her skin while she arches into his touch. Trailing her hands down his body, they're almost reverent, eager in their quest to find skin. The need feels sharper than usual, her desire to have Pierce against every inch of her stronger than she's felt before, and she bites her lip coyly as she looks up at him, all seduction and want tied with a purple bow.
When he draws back, Thal finds herself smiling sharply, the ache of her shoulder but a distant memory in the haze of her mind. Her blue eyes look almost violet as she blinks up at him, her arms still tangled comfortably in his hair as she hums. "Mmm. Never felt anything quite like it," she tilts her head up towards him, a teasing smirk on her lips, "but I think you can do better." It's almost a compliment the way she says it - even as the challenge lingers in her tone - and as he leans down into her, Thal couldn't care less who sticks around to watch. They should count themselves lucky.
She finds it harder to resist touching him, the way it makes her mind flare, the way she wants to let him indulge in her, to take from her. Her hips shift to help release her blouse form her pants, letting his hands slip beneath so he might feel the warmth of her skin while she arches into his touch. Trailing her hands down his body, they're almost reverent, eager in their quest to find skin. The need feels sharper than usual, her desire to have Pierce against every inch of her stronger than she's felt before, and she bites her lip coyly as she looks up at him, all seduction and want tied with a purple bow.
Thalassa
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
