some things in life are undeniable

Koa

Don't take this the wrong way
You knew who I was with every step that I ran to you

His stomach summersaults with pleasure at the graze of her lips upon his collarbone, hips again rolling- and in this position she'll have no trouble recognizing his desire. The rising skirt is less hindrance, more invitation; Koa's hand presses in beneath it, fingers caressing their way up her thigh to the curve of her ass, sneaking beneath the hem of her panties to grasp on supple, sensitive skin. To taste him, to feel him... throwing his head back to allow better access, Koa rumbles a husky laugh. "I can make that happen," he purrs, fingers pressing closer toward the heat of her core in a promise of what all he'll make her feel.

Then her hands are on his stubbled jaw and Koa's looking up, captured by a gaze that blazes quicksilver against the rose flush that stains Sohalia's cheeks. Her face is a mirror into her soul, the desire and hope and want and love laid out and bravely, foolishly on offer for him partake of to whatever end he will. It pulls a gasp of awe from Koa, and maybe a little fear. Nobody's ever loved him like this, nobody's ever offered themselves - all of themselves - like an unfolding flower.

Much like the dog who's caught a car, he doesn't quite know what to do with it.

Gently Koa cradles her cheek, brushing his thumb against the bruised pout of her lip. He wants nothing more than to recapture that mouth, to silence any risk of sRS fEeLInGs getting in the way of the magnetism that's kept them in each others' orbits for all these years. And if it was anyone else he probably would, but he loves Soh too much to risk shattering her by being young and horny and dumb.

"Soh... You're so beautiful, and good, and kind, and so fucking sexy... and fuck, what is wrong with me?" With a strangled sigh the Dragoon leans forward, resting his forehead against hers, their noses brushing as their breath combines. "I want you so bad, but there's a part of me that just... just can't give you everything you want - that you deserve - and I hate it."

He tilts his head, brushing a kiss on her cheek, her nose, her forehead. "I don't ever want to be something you regret," he murmurs, lips coming back to rest a hair's breadth away from the temptation of hers. A mixed message to be sure, but we never said Koa was  great (or even good) at sorting, and she's still in his arms and he's still incredibly attracted to her and a fair bit buzzed and fuck, why do things have to be so hard?

Sorry, Soh. You deserve better than this, but this is what you've got.

Only blue or black days
Electing strange perfections in any stranger I choose