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
He rises with all the certainty of nightfall, sweeping over the sunset of her satisfaction. The curl of her fingers slackens, hands melting down to the edges of his jaw as she meets his mouth and the lipstick he's still wearing. The contact pours fresh warmth through her as if he's nothing more than liquor for her to sip on, and like a wick that reignites when the smoke's still too hot it flares up inside her.
A faint whimper sighs into him without intent as her body arches up into the graze of his thumb, chasing more as her breasts rise into his touch. Her nipple's already peaked and electric beneath him, betraying just how greedy she is. She tilts her head back faintly with the fist in her hair, mouth drawn sly near his as a shiver runs down her nape. Her gaze slides up to his, barely able to catch more than the wash of blue with how close they are, but she holds the dangerous line of his stare with a sultry flick of her lashes. At his question, the one that comes with voice and each tilt of his hand, she responds with a hum of consideration into the corner of his lips. She leans forward just a hair, pulling on the taut line he's got in her undone braid to swipe another kiss before leaning back fully into the counter, chest still arched in silent ache for him.
"You implying fucking me that well won't make you feel good?" she challenges, smile crooked beneath her teeth as one holds part of her lip. No, she'd certainly prefer he bend her over the kitchen table like she pictured earlier, but she could always make it both if that's what it'd take. "You're gonna have to carry me to the field first," she reminds him with a curl of desire warming her voice. The whole point of him coming over had been to set the snake skin under the moon, although if they forgot tonight and had to try again, maybe that wouldn't be the worst either.
She tugs abruptly with her halo of legs against him, shimmying down a bit to meet the flush press of him against her. "Unless your plan is to just go at it all night out there and bed at dawn?" Notice there's no opposition in her query; invitation even. Maybe some water breaks here and there, a bite or two of that steak.
A faint whimper sighs into him without intent as her body arches up into the graze of his thumb, chasing more as her breasts rise into his touch. Her nipple's already peaked and electric beneath him, betraying just how greedy she is. She tilts her head back faintly with the fist in her hair, mouth drawn sly near his as a shiver runs down her nape. Her gaze slides up to his, barely able to catch more than the wash of blue with how close they are, but she holds the dangerous line of his stare with a sultry flick of her lashes. At his question, the one that comes with voice and each tilt of his hand, she responds with a hum of consideration into the corner of his lips. She leans forward just a hair, pulling on the taut line he's got in her undone braid to swipe another kiss before leaning back fully into the counter, chest still arched in silent ache for him.
"You implying fucking me that well won't make you feel good?" she challenges, smile crooked beneath her teeth as one holds part of her lip. No, she'd certainly prefer he bend her over the kitchen table like she pictured earlier, but she could always make it both if that's what it'd take. "You're gonna have to carry me to the field first," she reminds him with a curl of desire warming her voice. The whole point of him coming over had been to set the snake skin under the moon, although if they forgot tonight and had to try again, maybe that wouldn't be the worst either.
She tugs abruptly with her halo of legs against him, shimmying down a bit to meet the flush press of him against her. "Unless your plan is to just go at it all night out there and bed at dawn?" Notice there's no opposition in her query; invitation even. Maybe some water breaks here and there, a bite or two of that steak.
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.
