And it burns like a gin and I like it,
The kiss is everything she needs. Air and breath are suggestions that she doesn't take. She doesn't need them when his lips are on hers, the movement of her tongue writing his name and every other word he's managed to brand in her chest: desire, need, Friend. It's a love song drawn from her mouth, a full-bodied harmony that sings for him even as a scream starts in her lungs.
When he pulls away, she doesn't immediately reach for the breath, her mouth instead reaching for more of Pierce before the instincts of her body take over in a deep, trembling gasp. Her eyes flutter open to meet his gaze, sharp around the satisfied haze that lingers. Thal's voice is darker than the dim bar lighting, sultry despite the breathy filling of her lungs. "I thought you'd never ask." She tips her head into his grasp but still doesn't move, unwilling to separate until he makes the first move, still cataloguing every place where their sweat-slick bodies press together like it's the only thing that matters in the world.
When he pulls away, she doesn't immediately reach for the breath, her mouth instead reaching for more of Pierce before the instincts of her body take over in a deep, trembling gasp. Her eyes flutter open to meet his gaze, sharp around the satisfied haze that lingers. Thal's voice is darker than the dim bar lighting, sultry despite the breathy filling of her lungs. "I thought you'd never ask." She tips her head into his grasp but still doesn't move, unwilling to separate until he makes the first move, still cataloguing every place where their sweat-slick bodies press together like it's the only thing that matters in the world.
Thalassa
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
