just because the fog is there
Sensation returns slowly, like surf retreating after a violent wave; the throb in his thighs, the burn in his knees from the grass, the wet heat still clinging where their bodies pressed too close for too long. The grip at her hip has slackened, but his fingers remain tangled in hers for a few extra seconds, a stubborn anchor he doesn’t release until his lungs settle.
Eventually, with the same kind of ragged will he might apply to dragging himself up a cliff, Vesper shifts. Lifts just enough to ease the weight on her, allowing her legs to unfurl, though the bow of his spine stays curved over her like he hasn’t quite convinced himself he’s done yet. He hisses a quiet breath through his teeth as he finally draws back—slow, aching, reluctant—before collapsing boneless into the grass beside her.
The cold bites sharper now, Leafchange creeping in around their slick, used bodies. But the stars are still above them, the night wide and smug, and she’s still beside him, loose and panting and half-laughing like she’s been struck by lightning. He turns his head toward her, curls falling across his brow, blue eyes dark with satisfaction and something a little smug. "Pretty sure I can get us both inside," he says, voice still rough, dry with humour. "Eventually."
His gaze flicks past her shoulder to the nearby flicker of moonlight on scaly silver. The snakeskin he'd brought out with him, spread half-forgotten in the grass like it might still matter. He shrugs one shoulder, all mock-apology and drawling ease. "Had to bring it out here, after all." His smile twitches wider, unrepentant. "Couldn't take the risk of doin' it later and then gettin' distracted and stayin' inside," he says with a lazy smirk as if he hadn’t planned to put her on her back in the grass from the second she let that first moan slip between her teeth.
Eventually, with the same kind of ragged will he might apply to dragging himself up a cliff, Vesper shifts. Lifts just enough to ease the weight on her, allowing her legs to unfurl, though the bow of his spine stays curved over her like he hasn’t quite convinced himself he’s done yet. He hisses a quiet breath through his teeth as he finally draws back—slow, aching, reluctant—before collapsing boneless into the grass beside her.
The cold bites sharper now, Leafchange creeping in around their slick, used bodies. But the stars are still above them, the night wide and smug, and she’s still beside him, loose and panting and half-laughing like she’s been struck by lightning. He turns his head toward her, curls falling across his brow, blue eyes dark with satisfaction and something a little smug. "Pretty sure I can get us both inside," he says, voice still rough, dry with humour. "Eventually."
His gaze flicks past her shoulder to the nearby flicker of moonlight on scaly silver. The snakeskin he'd brought out with him, spread half-forgotten in the grass like it might still matter. He shrugs one shoulder, all mock-apology and drawling ease. "Had to bring it out here, after all." His smile twitches wider, unrepentant. "Couldn't take the risk of doin' it later and then gettin' distracted and stayin' inside," he says with a lazy smirk as if he hadn’t planned to put her on her back in the grass from the second she let that first moan slip between her teeth.
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.
