VESPER
Colt's mind softens around him like warm dusk, all sharpness blunted into honey and heat. And gods, he hadn’t realised how tightly he’d been holding himself until now; until the violence of needing her gave way to the comfort of having her. It pours through him like a tide finally finding shore. His whole body seems to sag with it, muscles loosening one by one in the glow of her desire, as if for just this flicker of time she could be his balm instead of his burden. If only he could make her feel like this all the time. If only it were this easy to hold her in a way that didn’t mean she’d have to hurt when he left.
But she arches against him like she’s never doubted he’d catch her, and he does; quickly, fully, like he was made for it. One hand braces behind her shoulder, not to keep distance but to anchor himself, to feel the presence of her beneath him, to know her shape by more than just memory or longing. She’s caging him now as much as he ever could her, fingers wrapped around his jaw and a leg hooked over his hips to keep him where she wants him. He rolls his weight slowly against her, hips grinding down with aching deliberation, and gods, the friction is glorious, maddening and magnetic all at once. The feel of her heat pressed tight to him even through clothes is enough to send lightning crawling along his spine, sparking under every vertebrae, flaring up behind his ribs. He kisses her harder for it, hungrily, bruisingly, until she’s stealing the breath right out of him.
When she tugs at his shirt, he lets the kiss break, but just barely. A shallow gasp parts his lips just long enough for shadows to rise, obedient and invisible in the glow of her fire, tugging the fabric over his head like hands far more graceful than his. His body shivers in the cold air for only a moment before her touch scorches it warm again.
And then his freehand is sliding beneath his own sweater. He’s known since she opened the door that there was nothing on underneath, and still, the first glide of his palm up her stomach is enough to have his breath catching. Her skin is silk beneath his rough fingers, soft in a way nothing else about her is. One hand curves upward, perfectly cupping the swell of her breast, like it was sculpted to fit him. His thumb brushes her nipple first, slow and coaxing, then rolls it gently between his fingers, drawing a hitch in his breath that escapes low and hot into her mouth. He aches to touch the other, to match the sensation, to give her everything evenly, but the angle of their bodies makes it difficult. Still, he tries, shifting slightly to run the backs of his knuckles across her other breast,
Every part of this feels good. Gods, better than good; it’s rare and whole and deeply, deeply physical. Kissing her in this sea of tangled blankets, the scent of her hair filling his nose, her breath ragged beneath his, the press of her heel against his back making sure he never strays too far from the cradle of her hips, it's intoxicating. Real in a way most things aren’t. It silences the noise in his skull and wraps him in the singular, exquisite clarity of wanting her.
But she arches against him like she’s never doubted he’d catch her, and he does; quickly, fully, like he was made for it. One hand braces behind her shoulder, not to keep distance but to anchor himself, to feel the presence of her beneath him, to know her shape by more than just memory or longing. She’s caging him now as much as he ever could her, fingers wrapped around his jaw and a leg hooked over his hips to keep him where she wants him. He rolls his weight slowly against her, hips grinding down with aching deliberation, and gods, the friction is glorious, maddening and magnetic all at once. The feel of her heat pressed tight to him even through clothes is enough to send lightning crawling along his spine, sparking under every vertebrae, flaring up behind his ribs. He kisses her harder for it, hungrily, bruisingly, until she’s stealing the breath right out of him.
When she tugs at his shirt, he lets the kiss break, but just barely. A shallow gasp parts his lips just long enough for shadows to rise, obedient and invisible in the glow of her fire, tugging the fabric over his head like hands far more graceful than his. His body shivers in the cold air for only a moment before her touch scorches it warm again.
And then his freehand is sliding beneath his own sweater. He’s known since she opened the door that there was nothing on underneath, and still, the first glide of his palm up her stomach is enough to have his breath catching. Her skin is silk beneath his rough fingers, soft in a way nothing else about her is. One hand curves upward, perfectly cupping the swell of her breast, like it was sculpted to fit him. His thumb brushes her nipple first, slow and coaxing, then rolls it gently between his fingers, drawing a hitch in his breath that escapes low and hot into her mouth. He aches to touch the other, to match the sensation, to give her everything evenly, but the angle of their bodies makes it difficult. Still, he tries, shifting slightly to run the backs of his knuckles across her other breast,
Every part of this feels good. Gods, better than good; it’s rare and whole and deeply, deeply physical. Kissing her in this sea of tangled blankets, the scent of her hair filling his nose, her breath ragged beneath his, the press of her heel against his back making sure he never strays too far from the cradle of her hips, it's intoxicating. Real in a way most things aren’t. It silences the noise in his skull and wraps him in the singular, exquisite clarity of wanting her.
rot gut whiskey's gonna ease your mind
but when the hell are you gonna ease mine?
but when the hell are you gonna ease mine?
☆ 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.
