// If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you //
Her apology draws a too-wide grin in response, a laugh trying to break free, but he holds it back with a shake of his head. How could she have known? She'd only ever seen him in awe of her, she had no other comparison to draw, as one might when the love builds slow and steady with time. His had strengthened, surely, but it'd always been there. More fool him for letting it take so long to bloom out in the open, fear his most crippling trait.
Being able to track the rise of her watery joy, so at odds with all her flame, is a moment that will linger with him in all the best ways. It doesn't douse a thing, and she's quick to streak it away, but the marks remain dark and glittering against her lashes. He leans in to kiss each outer corner, reverent with the subtle press and the happiness that gets sealed with it. The whisper of her next words, you can have mine too, widen his eyes and he pulls back again to fully behold her. It shouldn't matter when he already knows she's offering it up, but it's something else entirely to hear it spoken, to know without doubt that she's just curled it into her hands and set it into his like she trusts him to keep something so precious safe.
It ignites his desire further, the sudden pace of her own fingers driving him further along. Hooking his hand under the sweater and whatever other layers she's got on, he pushes the cloth up until her bra and breasts peak out beneath its bunched line. His gaze heats at the sight, eyes molten over her form, exposed in a way he's never known. Her command slips free, her own hands working at his woven walls. In an easy sweep he tugs them up and over his head, tossing his shirts to the side like he's grown a great distaste for them now.
Unable to leave it just to his eyes any longer, he cups a hand under each of her tits, his thumb running beneath the edge of her bra to coast over the firming response of her nipples. It sends a jolt of desire so raw through him his hips tilt against her like they've a mind of their own. "Gods, Mel—I want you." His head bows to the power of it, sinking between the swell of her chest, his lips charting a path of worship against them as one hand beckons for the clasp to be undone where it's pinned and mysterious beneath her.
Being able to track the rise of her watery joy, so at odds with all her flame, is a moment that will linger with him in all the best ways. It doesn't douse a thing, and she's quick to streak it away, but the marks remain dark and glittering against her lashes. He leans in to kiss each outer corner, reverent with the subtle press and the happiness that gets sealed with it. The whisper of her next words, you can have mine too, widen his eyes and he pulls back again to fully behold her. It shouldn't matter when he already knows she's offering it up, but it's something else entirely to hear it spoken, to know without doubt that she's just curled it into her hands and set it into his like she trusts him to keep something so precious safe.
It ignites his desire further, the sudden pace of her own fingers driving him further along. Hooking his hand under the sweater and whatever other layers she's got on, he pushes the cloth up until her bra and breasts peak out beneath its bunched line. His gaze heats at the sight, eyes molten over her form, exposed in a way he's never known. Her command slips free, her own hands working at his woven walls. In an easy sweep he tugs them up and over his head, tossing his shirts to the side like he's grown a great distaste for them now.
Unable to leave it just to his eyes any longer, he cups a hand under each of her tits, his thumb running beneath the edge of her bra to coast over the firming response of her nipples. It sends a jolt of desire so raw through him his hips tilt against her like they've a mind of their own. "Gods, Mel—I want you." His head bows to the power of it, sinking between the swell of her chest, his lips charting a path of worship against them as one hand beckons for the clasp to be undone where it's pinned and mysterious beneath her.
ISKRA
// I'd wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile //
