Lena
// what is to give light must endure burning //
He answered the call, and even if she purposefully rushed forward, glancing back to gauge where he happened to be and shrieking, his long strides would always take up more space. A breathy rush of laughter filled her lungs and warmed her heart as his arms wrapped around her, guiding her onwards into the bathroom until her feet touched the floor. On a playful note, and simply to goad in ulterior motives, she dashed ahead to see if she could get to the water portions first – but of course, found herself waylaid by his own triumph.
Which, for her part, worked out in the end – she’d been angling for this for a far greater expanse of time. Glancing upwards, back into his features, her eyes were warm and molten; cheeks flushed with anticipation rather than embarrassment – quite eager, quite ready, her fingers readily eager to inch towards his remaining clothes too, wanting to divest all of it at once.
Coy again, she angled her head. “If you’d like,” though quite capable of taking off her own clothing, she’d enjoy the rush of his skin against hers, the toying, the teasing, the taunting. “What about you?”
Which, for her part, worked out in the end – she’d been angling for this for a far greater expanse of time. Glancing upwards, back into his features, her eyes were warm and molten; cheeks flushed with anticipation rather than embarrassment – quite eager, quite ready, her fingers readily eager to inch towards his remaining clothes too, wanting to divest all of it at once.
Coy again, she angled her head. “If you’d like,” though quite capable of taking off her own clothing, she’d enjoy the rush of his skin against hers, the toying, the teasing, the taunting. “What about you?”
