I'm just a cherub riding comets through the night sky
The heat of her thoughts floods him, and gods—Vesper drinks it in like water after a drought, every flicker of want in her mind igniting a matching hunger in his blood. It's not just the curve of her leg dragging higher along his hip, or the gasp that breaks against his lips like something stolen—it’s the way her desire clings to his thoughts like a storm cloud refusing to break, saturating every nerve ending until he's nearly shaking with restraint.
His name in her mind—his name on her tongue—shouldn't make him this dizzy.
She tilts her head back, wild and flushed, and he wants to press his mouth against every single inch of her exposed throat. Her laughter slides like honey between them, but the tension that coils in his spine is anything but sweet; it’s sharp and raw. The low thrum of her voice—telling him she’d consider it a failure if he didn’t undress her if and when she got all dolled up—rakes down his composure like claws.
"Gods, Colt," he mutters against her jaw, voice frayed, almost ruined. Turning, one hand braces beside her shoulder, arm taut with the effort of control, but it’s slipping, god, he’s slipping. His other hand smooths along the small of her back, up the curve of her waist, until it finds the wind-tangled mess of her hair and his fingers sink into the strands like he's trying to grasp at sunlight.
He shifts, rolling carefully, leg angling so he doesn’t crush her beneath him—but he’s on her now, surrounding her, the weight of him pressing into all the right places. Their hips align too well, too close, too much. The fabric between them is soaked and thin and does absolutely nothing to dull the heat where they meet, where his restraint is rapidly disintegrating. His hips press just slightly, instinctive and involuntary, chasing the friction like he can’t help it—and gods, he can’t.
His breath shudders against her cheek as he leans in again, voice rough and ragged. "You keep lookin’ at me like that," he warns, low and hoarse, " and I'm never gonna be in a state to leave this beach." And this time when he kisses her, it’s not delicate; it’s full of everything he’s been holding back.
His name in her mind—his name on her tongue—shouldn't make him this dizzy.
She tilts her head back, wild and flushed, and he wants to press his mouth against every single inch of her exposed throat. Her laughter slides like honey between them, but the tension that coils in his spine is anything but sweet; it’s sharp and raw. The low thrum of her voice—telling him she’d consider it a failure if he didn’t undress her if and when she got all dolled up—rakes down his composure like claws.
"Gods, Colt," he mutters against her jaw, voice frayed, almost ruined. Turning, one hand braces beside her shoulder, arm taut with the effort of control, but it’s slipping, god, he’s slipping. His other hand smooths along the small of her back, up the curve of her waist, until it finds the wind-tangled mess of her hair and his fingers sink into the strands like he's trying to grasp at sunlight.
He shifts, rolling carefully, leg angling so he doesn’t crush her beneath him—but he’s on her now, surrounding her, the weight of him pressing into all the right places. Their hips align too well, too close, too much. The fabric between them is soaked and thin and does absolutely nothing to dull the heat where they meet, where his restraint is rapidly disintegrating. His hips press just slightly, instinctive and involuntary, chasing the friction like he can’t help it—and gods, he can’t.
His breath shudders against her cheek as he leans in again, voice rough and ragged. "You keep lookin’ at me like that," he warns, low and hoarse, " and I'm never gonna be in a state to leave this beach." And this time when he kisses her, it’s not delicate; it’s full of everything he’s been holding back.
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.
