Lena
// what is to give light must endure burning //
She flushed under the compliment regardless of how many times he’d said it, preening just for him under the sanctity and shelter of the bathroom, the impending steam, the potential of today being a day for them and nothing else. Her mouth started a chorus line of motions below his ear, reaching along his neck and following the pathways of his muscles; brawny shoulders and chest, fingers lightly ghosting over planes and angles in stroking lines and gentle, coaxing caresses, as if trying to memorize the form, committing it to her mind for the future, for intervals, for things much less hazy than now. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” she whispered, but granted him a cheeky, coy grin all the same; neck angled so that he had access to her, granting a gasp when his hands trailed along her bare hips, an urgency for him to do it again.
Casually insistent on maneuvering forward, with intentions of getting him, and herself, into the tub sooner rather than later, one might have marveled at her restraint, until her bra strap loosened down her shoulders. She had half a mind to take the thing off herself, but then his pants were another distraction, and Lena took another stolen breath to angle her hands towards the waistband, tugging, persistent, and incessant, a determined faction settled in the ardent desires – showing what eager covetousness existed in her being – for him.
Casually insistent on maneuvering forward, with intentions of getting him, and herself, into the tub sooner rather than later, one might have marveled at her restraint, until her bra strap loosened down her shoulders. She had half a mind to take the thing off herself, but then his pants were another distraction, and Lena took another stolen breath to angle her hands towards the waistband, tugging, persistent, and incessant, a determined faction settled in the ardent desires – showing what eager covetousness existed in her being – for him.
