why icarus thought he'd find his place a little higher
She waits, like a little prize for Kaisel to take – curved against the bar top in open invitation. The corners of her wine red lips quirk into a small smile as she balances the lime delicately between her lips, and as he focuses on her, she feels as though she’s the only girl at the bar. His hand at her hip is igniting, warm and welcome, and she shifts underneath his hands to make it easier for him to claim the salt she’s so carefully placed, but the devilish dragoon dips lower to start (not that Caly will ever complain, nor even about the way he curves over her as if she belongs to him).
His tongue is hot as it starts low against her skin, rising higher with kisses and nips left behind that have her skin jolting as if his touch were electricity, sparking through her with soft little huffs that pass the tart citrus of the lime between her lips. But when he parts to down the shot, it feels like forever until he encroaches on her space again, the path his tongue and lips had taken feel cold in contrast, like the first plunge into the Miana Pool on a Deepfrost morning.
It doesn’t last long, though, hands braced back against the bar as he dives in again. His hands find her neck and her amber eyes are molten, burning with heat and pleasure as he tilts his hips into hers and she eagerly presses back, feeling the tilt of his head as her hands abandon the bar now that she’s comfortably in his own, to wrap her arms around his neck and guides him back toward her.
Just like that, his lips are on hers and she practically shivers, like a hot wire beneath his exploration as he snatches the lime but doesn’t leave her wanting. He’s smart, because she presses back into the kiss almost immediately. Not desperate. Claiming. And while his hand departs from her neck, her arms remain looped around his own, watching with a wrinkle of her nose with the bright smile she sends his way, charming and sunny as he bites the lime and rids himself of it.
She knows she’s delicious – all hot honey with enough spice to keep his heart racing. “Come ‘n get another sip, then.” Comes the challenge, before she isn’t giving him much of a choice, her arms tightening around his neck to drag him in and claim his lips with another kiss, back arched enough to be able to press her hips against him as if in silent promise. Everyone else around them for the moment is forgotten, or rather ignored for the brief moment where she gets to indulge in being someone else's sun.
His tongue is hot as it starts low against her skin, rising higher with kisses and nips left behind that have her skin jolting as if his touch were electricity, sparking through her with soft little huffs that pass the tart citrus of the lime between her lips. But when he parts to down the shot, it feels like forever until he encroaches on her space again, the path his tongue and lips had taken feel cold in contrast, like the first plunge into the Miana Pool on a Deepfrost morning.
It doesn’t last long, though, hands braced back against the bar as he dives in again. His hands find her neck and her amber eyes are molten, burning with heat and pleasure as he tilts his hips into hers and she eagerly presses back, feeling the tilt of his head as her hands abandon the bar now that she’s comfortably in his own, to wrap her arms around his neck and guides him back toward her.
Just like that, his lips are on hers and she practically shivers, like a hot wire beneath his exploration as he snatches the lime but doesn’t leave her wanting. He’s smart, because she presses back into the kiss almost immediately. Not desperate. Claiming. And while his hand departs from her neck, her arms remain looped around his own, watching with a wrinkle of her nose with the bright smile she sends his way, charming and sunny as he bites the lime and rids himself of it.
She knows she’s delicious – all hot honey with enough spice to keep his heart racing. “Come ‘n get another sip, then.” Comes the challenge, before she isn’t giving him much of a choice, her arms tightening around his neck to drag him in and claim his lips with another kiss, back arched enough to be able to press her hips against him as if in silent promise. Everyone else around them for the moment is forgotten, or rather ignored for the brief moment where she gets to indulge in being someone else's sun.
Calypso
it's curious, the flame of the fire
