ISKRA
Thinking himself the victor in this scheme, none the wiser to her own plots, Iskra is equally celebrating the success of trapping her in the grip of his affection. Half expecting she'd swiftly retreat with a splash, another chase due to unfurl, he's instead pleased to find her arms slipping around him like a pleasant noose. It flutters wild and warm in his chest, the rush of loving her, a risk he's still learning to take. In response his own hands pool against her, one fanning out against her lower back while ther other cradles closer to her head, keeping her snug against the pressure of the long and deep kiss.
Even when they part, he doesn't give her much space to retreat, scarcely done enjoying this blissful moment. "What do you mean," he asks on the edge of a laugh, gaze tangled brightly in hers. "You're very relaxing when you're asleep." It's said teasingly, his nose drifting in to nudge against hers.
A soft sigh escapes, more serious for a moment. "I don't need you any other way than as you are." It's an easy admission because of its truth. Despite the years that've crept between them, he's known her, and though she's changed in many ways she hasn't. She's still the flame he adores. "I'm plenty relaxed now," he points out with a low hum, searching for another taste of her lips after doting on the tip of her chin and the slope of her cheeks first.
Even when they part, he doesn't give her much space to retreat, scarcely done enjoying this blissful moment. "What do you mean," he asks on the edge of a laugh, gaze tangled brightly in hers. "You're very relaxing when you're asleep." It's said teasingly, his nose drifting in to nudge against hers.
A soft sigh escapes, more serious for a moment. "I don't need you any other way than as you are." It's an easy admission because of its truth. Despite the years that've crept between them, he's known her, and though she's changed in many ways she hasn't. She's still the flame he adores. "I'm plenty relaxed now," he points out with a low hum, searching for another taste of her lips after doting on the tip of her chin and the slope of her cheeks first.
Got me singing in the pouring rain
Got me wrapped around her finger
Well pardon my mannersJust something about you turns me to a savage
Got me wrapped around her finger
Well pardon my mannersJust something about you turns me to a savage
