COLT
Usually, I ain't the type to stay up all damn night
Thinkin' 'bout someone else
It's hard to be fine when your heart's on the line
And the truth is I'm goin' through hell
Thinkin' 'bout someone else
It's hard to be fine when your heart's on the line
And the truth is I'm goin' through hell
Fingers fold into hers, steady and solid despite the twilight they're made of. It's always been this way with him—darkness providing comfort and stability, upsetting the whole idea that light's even needed. Many ideas have been turned upside down since meeting him.
Her grip tightens around the vantablack hold, grounding herself in it as best she can while he works her into a frenzy. The pillar of his actual hand to her back keeps her from pivoting completely as she jolts with each spike of pleasure. It tugs through her, an inescapable force that supersedes all her control, straining to his every command. It puts an intermittent rocking to her hips, rising with each wave he strokes through her, then breaking through a heave of her chest as it finishes spilling through her.
Even her breath belongs to him, hitching with each wicked pass of his tongue and press of his lips. The only thing she still has is her voice, and even that is roughened and chopped apart between each gasp he captures, but around it she mutters out a litany of curses, his name thrown into the mix like he's somewhere on the level between fuck and gods. The volume breaks and shatters into a shuddering moan as his fingers slip in, courting every last shred of sense she's clutching onto.
If just his kiss unbalances her, this, this means to ruin her entirely. The building pleasure is too absolute, an impossible addiction, this man. "Oh my fucking gods, Vesper" she pants, nails digging into dusk. This time, the walls of what he's built up buckle. She seizes against him, thighs cinching down on him, body curling up as if possessed as every fiber of her tightens and bears down before ripping open. Her orgasm hits her like it's a pair that have come back to back, shaking into every space she has until just his name is left vibrating across her. Gradually, she sinks back against the counter, nearly glowing with bliss as she turns liquid. Her hands go limp above her and her sighs become shallow and content as the aftershocks tremble through her.
Her grip tightens around the vantablack hold, grounding herself in it as best she can while he works her into a frenzy. The pillar of his actual hand to her back keeps her from pivoting completely as she jolts with each spike of pleasure. It tugs through her, an inescapable force that supersedes all her control, straining to his every command. It puts an intermittent rocking to her hips, rising with each wave he strokes through her, then breaking through a heave of her chest as it finishes spilling through her.
Even her breath belongs to him, hitching with each wicked pass of his tongue and press of his lips. The only thing she still has is her voice, and even that is roughened and chopped apart between each gasp he captures, but around it she mutters out a litany of curses, his name thrown into the mix like he's somewhere on the level between fuck and gods. The volume breaks and shatters into a shuddering moan as his fingers slip in, courting every last shred of sense she's clutching onto.
If just his kiss unbalances her, this, this means to ruin her entirely. The building pleasure is too absolute, an impossible addiction, this man. "Oh my fucking gods, Vesper" she pants, nails digging into dusk. This time, the walls of what he's built up buckle. She seizes against him, thighs cinching down on him, body curling up as if possessed as every fiber of her tightens and bears down before ripping open. Her orgasm hits her like it's a pair that have come back to back, shaking into every space she has until just his name is left vibrating across her. Gradually, she sinks back against the counter, nearly glowing with bliss as she turns liquid. Her hands go limp above her and her sighs become shallow and content as the aftershocks tremble through her.
I keep it dark, I keep it quiet
But then you come around and light me up
Takin' up space like a hyphen
You're on my mind and I can't fight it
But then you come around and light me up
Takin' up space like a hyphen
You're on my mind and I can't fight it
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
