suddenly i'm spinning like a ceiling fan, around and 'round we go
His hand traces the small of her back and it feels like fire, inviting and warm, spreading through her in traces of lightning through her veins. She tries hard not to let the flush paint her face, but between the alcohol and the food, it splotches against her shoulders and cheeks, the tips of her ears. Even as his actions fluster her and warm her up, she’s still coy and nuzzles in as he murmurs, allowing her a soft little breathy laugh. “But then you wouldn’t be here, would you?” She teases.
Keeping herself pressed against him, Caly’s fingertips thread through his dark hair and spread down his neck and shoulders, nails biting into his skin to leave little temporary marks as his head dives down and her own lifts up - chin angled toward the starry sky that had been her childhood home.
Amber eyes slip shut as he nestles into the crook of her chest, his breath warm against the night air and sparking more of that splotching heat against her skin. She’s acutely aware of each movement he makes, his fingertips brushing against the hem of her dress. And with the momentary pause of breath, he slips under it, heat seeking for the space she’s very much hoping he’s looking for.
As if to help, her legs widen around him, using her arms around him to hoist her up a touch higher, granting space for his fingers as they brush against her thigh. “What’re you waitin’ for, Kaisel?” She probes breathily, pressing her cheek against the side of his head again as his fingertips brush against the edge of fabric that separates them. It’s at this point she adjusts just a fraction, inviting, guiding, grinding her hips down against him to press against the fingers he’d placed there so deliciously, and granting him the gift of a low whine of need against his ear for the trouble.
Keeping herself pressed against him, Caly’s fingertips thread through his dark hair and spread down his neck and shoulders, nails biting into his skin to leave little temporary marks as his head dives down and her own lifts up - chin angled toward the starry sky that had been her childhood home.
Amber eyes slip shut as he nestles into the crook of her chest, his breath warm against the night air and sparking more of that splotching heat against her skin. She’s acutely aware of each movement he makes, his fingertips brushing against the hem of her dress. And with the momentary pause of breath, he slips under it, heat seeking for the space she’s very much hoping he’s looking for.
As if to help, her legs widen around him, using her arms around him to hoist her up a touch higher, granting space for his fingers as they brush against her thigh. “What’re you waitin’ for, Kaisel?” She probes breathily, pressing her cheek against the side of his head again as his fingertips brush against the edge of fabric that separates them. It’s at this point she adjusts just a fraction, inviting, guiding, grinding her hips down against him to press against the fingers he’d placed there so deliciously, and granting him the gift of a low whine of need against his ear for the trouble.
Calypso
suddenly i will never be alone
