// If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you //
The weight of her leaning down atop him is like a nice blanket, comfortable for it's added hug. The two of them quivering against each other with the aftershocks of what they'd built up and broken apart drags out a contented sigh. One limp hand folds lightly over her back, fingers nipping at the ends of the fire-brushed curls that trail there. His other hand stays splayed across her hip, lazily tracing irregular shapes against her bare skin with absentminded bliss.
He tucks his chin at her voice, the sound an attempt to drag him back from the sea he'd slipped into, floating idly in the current of her heat, her moans, her feel. The motion grants him a slightly better view of her, gaze coming to life over the slope of his chest and the rise of her perched there, folded like a dream. He smiles boyishly at it, something half shy and touched with wonder. "So," he agrees, a huff of disbelieving laughter finishing the sentiment.
In actuality though, after drawing in a careful breath, afraid to disturb the spell with something foolish or heavy, he murmurs to her. "I could lay here forever, with you."
He tucks his chin at her voice, the sound an attempt to drag him back from the sea he'd slipped into, floating idly in the current of her heat, her moans, her feel. The motion grants him a slightly better view of her, gaze coming to life over the slope of his chest and the rise of her perched there, folded like a dream. He smiles boyishly at it, something half shy and touched with wonder. "So," he agrees, a huff of disbelieving laughter finishing the sentiment.
In actuality though, after drawing in a careful breath, afraid to disturb the spell with something foolish or heavy, he murmurs to her. "I could lay here forever, with you."
ISKRA
// I'd wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile //
