I'm just a cherub riding comets through the night sky
Vesper’s fingers slide slow and reverent along the length of Colt’s thigh, trailing up the leg she’s got slung over his hips like it’s right where it’s meant to be. One hand splays wide, tracing the curve of her ass with casual possession, his palm gliding up and over the firm swell before his fingers dip inward—just barely grazing the softer skin along the inside of her thigh. The reach of his arm denies him more, but the promise of it hums thick between them, heavy and unspoken.
Her thoughts batter against him like waves; heat, need, the dizzy rush of her arousal curling through the edges of his mind until it’s indistinguishable from his own. Every want she doesn’t say, every place she aches for him, Vesper feels it burning in his blood like wildfire. She'll feel the effect she's having on him pressed shamelessly between them as he drinks her in. He could drag her atop him now, could pull her into place and let her ride out every last drop of that heat until neither of them could walk—but godsdamn it, he doesn’t if only because of all the fucking sand.
Instead, he kisses her back with a low, frustrated growl, his mouth all tension and tongue and want that tastes of peppermint and sea salt. The hand still curled around her ribs pulls her flush, until the only space between them is her underwear and his—thin, damp, and doing absolutely nothing to hide how badly he wants her.
When he breaks the kiss, it’s with a huff against her lips, breath hot and ragged. "Fuck," he mutters, voice rough with restraint. "I’d trade just about anything for a damn bed right now. Hell, even a blanket."
He grins into the corner of her mouth, eyes glittering with wicked delight as he catches her lower lip between his teeth in a playful nip. "But if you really do clean up nice," he drawls low and dangerous, "I wouldn’t mind seein’ it sometime." His thumb brushes over the line of her thigh again—teasing, promising, wanting. "So long as you don't expect me to keep my hands to myself."
Her thoughts batter against him like waves; heat, need, the dizzy rush of her arousal curling through the edges of his mind until it’s indistinguishable from his own. Every want she doesn’t say, every place she aches for him, Vesper feels it burning in his blood like wildfire. She'll feel the effect she's having on him pressed shamelessly between them as he drinks her in. He could drag her atop him now, could pull her into place and let her ride out every last drop of that heat until neither of them could walk—but godsdamn it, he doesn’t if only because of all the fucking sand.
Instead, he kisses her back with a low, frustrated growl, his mouth all tension and tongue and want that tastes of peppermint and sea salt. The hand still curled around her ribs pulls her flush, until the only space between them is her underwear and his—thin, damp, and doing absolutely nothing to hide how badly he wants her.
When he breaks the kiss, it’s with a huff against her lips, breath hot and ragged. "Fuck," he mutters, voice rough with restraint. "I’d trade just about anything for a damn bed right now. Hell, even a blanket."
He grins into the corner of her mouth, eyes glittering with wicked delight as he catches her lower lip between his teeth in a playful nip. "But if you really do clean up nice," he drawls low and dangerous, "I wouldn’t mind seein’ it sometime." His thumb brushes over the line of her thigh again—teasing, promising, wanting. "So long as you don't expect me to keep my hands to myself."
VESPER
☆ has a pale star tattoo beneath his left eye, and freckle-sized constellations move across his skin
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
