I'm just a cherub riding comets through the night sky
Vesper’s whole body trembles with the effort it takes to stay still. Colt's words lash through him with a heat sharper than any kiss. His shadows twitch in response, curling beneath her like they’re ready to lift, to help, to drag that last scrap of cotton from her hips so he can claim everything she’s offering because gods damn if it wouldn't be the easiest thing in the world. Though his instincts burn for it and his body aches to have her completely, he forces himself to stay. But only just.
His jaw feathers as he grits his teeth, biceps drawn tight as if holding himself back is the only thing keeping the stars from falling. She's slinking down his body like smoke, like sin made flesh, and he’s shaking with the want of her; hips jerking subtly as he forces himself to fall back, spine kissing the sand. "Far be it from me to deny you a damn thing," he mutters, voice cracked open and hoarse, half-humour, half-confession.
His hands slide into her hair before he thinks better of it—she doesn't strike him as the type to appreciate any sort of assistance when this clearly ain't her first rodeo—instead, cradling the damp tangle, reverent and restrained, as he looks down the line of his body at her. The sight of her framed by salt-tangled curls, by the twilight blue of the sea and her own firelight smile, nearly unravels him on the spot, and it's all he can do to brace himself that she might not undo him too quickly.
His jaw feathers as he grits his teeth, biceps drawn tight as if holding himself back is the only thing keeping the stars from falling. She's slinking down his body like smoke, like sin made flesh, and he’s shaking with the want of her; hips jerking subtly as he forces himself to fall back, spine kissing the sand. "Far be it from me to deny you a damn thing," he mutters, voice cracked open and hoarse, half-humour, half-confession.
His hands slide into her hair before he thinks better of it—she doesn't strike him as the type to appreciate any sort of assistance when this clearly ain't her first rodeo—instead, cradling the damp tangle, reverent and restrained, as he looks down the line of his body at her. The sight of her framed by salt-tangled curls, by the twilight blue of the sea and her own firelight smile, nearly unravels him on the spot, and it's all he can do to brace himself that she might not undo him too quickly.
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.
