just because the fog is there
She’s firelight and summer dusk, a blaze with no smoke, no warning. He’s seen her bloodied and brilliant, sharp-tongued and swaggering, but nothing compares to this: Colt undone, moon-bathed and sweat-slick, clinging to him like she’d burn for it gladly. Hair haloed in gold, lashes spiked and damp, cheekbones streaked with pleasure’s heat. Her lips—always captivating, always smirking—are bruised and parted, voice gone ragged on his name. Vesper’s jaw clenches like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.
Moonlight knives through the sky as his knees hit the grass, her weight still locked to his hips, his shadows slithering away into the brush. Everything else disappears. Just her body. Just the pulse of her wrapped around him, every beat in her core like a ringing bell meant for him to follow deeper. He leans forward, reverent and hungry all at once, and laces their fingers together, lifting her arms above her head. Stretching her out like a song he wants to learn by heart. Her chest lifts, moon-pale and flushed with heat, torso gleaming with sweat like gold leaf across marble. And gods, the way her knees press in tight to her chest, it opens her up for him like a gift, and his body responds with the violence of devotion.
Still inside her—never having left, never fucking able to—he shifts his hips and sinks deeper. Inch by aching inch, the new angle lets him press so far into her he feels her whole body tremble around him. His grip crushes down on her hands, pinning her wrists into the grass as a shattered moan tears free. "Colt," he gasps, her name falling from his mouth like a curse and a plea all at once. "Gods, you—" but the words disintegrate as he drives into her again, hips snapping with barely-contained force. "You feel so—fuck—so good."
He chokes, panting against the crook of her throat. Each thrust is punishment for every second he’d denied himself this. The stars feel too close, her skin too hot, and still it isn’t enough. He wants to fuck her through the moonrise and into dawn. Wants her trembling in the dirt with his name still etched into her thighs and her breath still caught in his mouth.
And fuck the blankets. Fuck the brownies. He’ll make her come so hard she forgets what sugar tastes like.
Moonlight knives through the sky as his knees hit the grass, her weight still locked to his hips, his shadows slithering away into the brush. Everything else disappears. Just her body. Just the pulse of her wrapped around him, every beat in her core like a ringing bell meant for him to follow deeper. He leans forward, reverent and hungry all at once, and laces their fingers together, lifting her arms above her head. Stretching her out like a song he wants to learn by heart. Her chest lifts, moon-pale and flushed with heat, torso gleaming with sweat like gold leaf across marble. And gods, the way her knees press in tight to her chest, it opens her up for him like a gift, and his body responds with the violence of devotion.
Still inside her—never having left, never fucking able to—he shifts his hips and sinks deeper. Inch by aching inch, the new angle lets him press so far into her he feels her whole body tremble around him. His grip crushes down on her hands, pinning her wrists into the grass as a shattered moan tears free. "Colt," he gasps, her name falling from his mouth like a curse and a plea all at once. "Gods, you—" but the words disintegrate as he drives into her again, hips snapping with barely-contained force. "You feel so—fuck—so good."
He chokes, panting against the crook of her throat. Each thrust is punishment for every second he’d denied himself this. The stars feel too close, her skin too hot, and still it isn’t enough. He wants to fuck her through the moonrise and into dawn. Wants her trembling in the dirt with his name still etched into her thighs and her breath still caught in his mouth.
And fuck the blankets. Fuck the brownies. He’ll make her come so hard she forgets what sugar tastes like.
don't mean nothing's behind it
☆ has a pale star tattoo beneath his left eye, and freckle-sized constellations move across his skin
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
