Lena
// what is to give light must endure burning //
She figured they’d been quite patient enough – testing the little boundaries here and there, wading through the murk and grime and hellish sphere to come back together again and again. So his inquiry had sparked that sentiment again, roaming behind her eyes like a promise of love and pleasure with everything that came adorned. Couldn’t they just have this? Without the escalation of a crisis in their midst or the telltale sign of trials and tribulations; just have one another, for a few moments of peace and contentment?
She refrained from rolling her gaze at his question; biting back an oath that would’ve had her endlessly teasing and toying. “If you ask again, I’ll just go draw the bath myself,” she wrinkled her nose, but then flickered her pull into that direct orbit, grounded only by the feeling of his hands on her hips; otherwise she’d be floating off somewhere, dragging him alongside. Her own fingers went to his hair, carding it as she strived to hold him in place, lips following suit to his mouth, to grant and give and signify her affection, her adoration, her permission to keep them going forward.
She refrained from rolling her gaze at his question; biting back an oath that would’ve had her endlessly teasing and toying. “If you ask again, I’ll just go draw the bath myself,” she wrinkled her nose, but then flickered her pull into that direct orbit, grounded only by the feeling of his hands on her hips; otherwise she’d be floating off somewhere, dragging him alongside. Her own fingers went to his hair, carding it as she strived to hold him in place, lips following suit to his mouth, to grant and give and signify her affection, her adoration, her permission to keep them going forward.
