Iskra
Find something you can hold on to
Find someone who'll be there for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
Find someone who'll be there for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
She is always beautiful and lovely, a draw that he can't escape even when he tries, although he's long stopped trying. It's especially true in moments like this though, when she finally succumbs to the press of their bodies against one another. All her wildness is not gone, but transforms into the splay of her hands and the fever of her attention, an energy he feels through every kiss. With nothing else to compare it to, he's no idea if this is always how it feels, but he can't imagine it is, or else how would anyone be of the mind to walk away from this, to never find this enough and search for it elsewhere, to ever do anything but cherish and preserve this feeling? She is alive in all the best ways and he feels the jolt of it racing through him any time they touch.
The faintest laugh escapes him when she agrees they could share this, but before he can say anything smart in response, or set about cleaning up the mess on either of their faces, she's meeting him once more. The sure clutch of her fingers around him and the unwavering rush of her breath as their lips melt into each other once more sends a warm thrill through him that has little to do with his fire magic. A low, longing groan rumbles free, drug out by the scrape of her teeth, and he sinks into her with more insistence now. "I'm afraid I'm far too greedy about this," he murmurs.
Surrounded as she is by stone, her seat is sure, and he leans into the crook of it. His hand slides up from its anchor on her hip, sinking below the hem of her shirt and up her navel to her chest. The movement is slow and light, coaxing her nerves to stand on end and shiver at the potential there before he grabs a firm hold around the curve of her breast. He squeezes it beneath the wrap of his palm and fingers, fighting against her undergarment for a moment before reaching back to unhook it and free her to the full range of his attention.
The faintest laugh escapes him when she agrees they could share this, but before he can say anything smart in response, or set about cleaning up the mess on either of their faces, she's meeting him once more. The sure clutch of her fingers around him and the unwavering rush of her breath as their lips melt into each other once more sends a warm thrill through him that has little to do with his fire magic. A low, longing groan rumbles free, drug out by the scrape of her teeth, and he sinks into her with more insistence now. "I'm afraid I'm far too greedy about this," he murmurs.
Surrounded as she is by stone, her seat is sure, and he leans into the crook of it. His hand slides up from its anchor on her hip, sinking below the hem of her shirt and up her navel to her chest. The movement is slow and light, coaxing her nerves to stand on end and shiver at the potential there before he grabs a firm hold around the curve of her breast. He squeezes it beneath the wrap of his palm and fingers, fighting against her undergarment for a moment before reaching back to unhook it and free her to the full range of his attention.
Find somewhere you can come home to
Find someone that'll die for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
Find someone that'll die for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
