Maea
The worst of all blessings
Some might call it obsessive, unreasonable, or too much. One night in and already it wasn't 'till death do us part' but 'until we don't want this anymore', and to the abyss with gods and order and anything that got in the way of that. Maybe it was slightly unhinged; but as Maea gazed up into her partner's eyes and saw how serious he was – intense in a way she'd never quite seen before - it eased a knot of ingrained apprehension towards the depth of her own emotions. If he wasn't repelled by her greed... then the rest of the world could think about her what it wished. She wasn't asking for anything she wasn't ready to give in equal measure, anyway.
Nudging her cheek into the brush of his fingers, she pushed away from the hearth and closed the distance between them, slipping her arms around his waist. "I really care about you, too," she murmured against his sternum, choosing the same word he'd used last night. "I'm glad it's easy. I'm glad it's you I fell for..." Glad to have found hands that didn't hesitate to hold all she would pour into them, today and tomorrow and all the days to come.
As if the clearing away of this concern only now left room in her belly for other sensation, hunger began to gnaw at her. Drawing a deep breath, she perked up and cooked her head back so she could gaze up at Liam. Her man. "Do you prefer black tea, or green?" If he was a coffee drinker, she'd have to stock up the pantry.
Nudging her cheek into the brush of his fingers, she pushed away from the hearth and closed the distance between them, slipping her arms around his waist. "I really care about you, too," she murmured against his sternum, choosing the same word he'd used last night. "I'm glad it's easy. I'm glad it's you I fell for..." Glad to have found hands that didn't hesitate to hold all she would pour into them, today and tomorrow and all the days to come.
As if the clearing away of this concern only now left room in her belly for other sensation, hunger began to gnaw at her. Drawing a deep breath, she perked up and cooked her head back so she could gaze up at Liam. Her man. "Do you prefer black tea, or green?" If he was a coffee drinker, she'd have to stock up the pantry.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
