I found my foundation changed by your patience
Precisely, time is apparently plentiful now with peace hovering on the horizon, so why not celebrate with a bang first? Evie nearly snorts a laugh at the thought - amused by her own basic humor - but keeps it tethered only by the soft noise that replaces it as his lips crest over her neck and she feels the glancing, not-quite-there heat of him against her when she draws him down. It's enough to make her hips twitch and her thighs clench around him, instinctively trying to correct the angle to get him inside properly.
Not that she has to wait long, trembling with anticipation under his hands as they come to her thighs. As he slides inside her spine arches and her head falls against the pillows, moan sweet and low with appreciation. This is how it's meant to be, where he should always be; between her legs, inside her arms, as close as the world will let them get. Evie locks her knees around his hips to allow him to move as he desires without allowing any notion of retreat, lest he take the opportunity to tease and draw out their ends. "Didn't think I'd - be this pent up," she manages between hitched breaths, a light sheen already settling over her neck and shoulders, flushed and impatiently rocking her hips down against him. "Won't last." A warning, but also a promise - to make up for it later, to revisit with replenished stamina. Something far better to do now that they don't have to huddle over papers and plans, fretting and guessing. Praise be, she cheekily prays to the gods and any fates that oversee them today.
Not that she has to wait long, trembling with anticipation under his hands as they come to her thighs. As he slides inside her spine arches and her head falls against the pillows, moan sweet and low with appreciation. This is how it's meant to be, where he should always be; between her legs, inside her arms, as close as the world will let them get. Evie locks her knees around his hips to allow him to move as he desires without allowing any notion of retreat, lest he take the opportunity to tease and draw out their ends. "Didn't think I'd - be this pent up," she manages between hitched breaths, a light sheen already settling over her neck and shoulders, flushed and impatiently rocking her hips down against him. "Won't last." A warning, but also a promise - to make up for it later, to revisit with replenished stamina. Something far better to do now that they don't have to huddle over papers and plans, fretting and guessing. Praise be, she cheekily prays to the gods and any fates that oversee them today.
No one has ever made me feel this safe, this free, this me
Evie
