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
The small rush of her laugh buffeting around him does little to stall his chase of her body. The sound carries no mockery or other assault, just the casual joy that lifts from her chest like a flock of birds that've been circled too closely. New to this, there's an awkward rush that rises and washes over with a current like anxiety, but it's richer, fuller, flooding him with anticipation instead of doubt, even as it prickles as his nerves and roars with a dull sound in his ears. The slide of her hand against his skin pulls the crest of that wave through him, and full of tingles like his entire body had fallen asleep and now rises, numb, he grins back against her with the reckless agreement of want and having someone to share it with.
His hand rolls without hindrance now against her breast, the contours of it swaying beneath the glide of his palm, the spokes of his fingers. His fingers tease and pinch lightly at her nipple, ending with the quiet circle of his thumb before he moves to repeat the same focus to her other side. His mouth meanwhile moves lower, sinking along her neckline, tongue hot and holding her skin as he sucks and nips with the threat of a mark forming. The tug she demands is obeyed with a butter-softness as he leans into her, hips finding hers with a brush of delicious friction against their clothes, hardness already forming like his own brand of a rock he's encircling her with. "Mmmm, Mel," he appraises, the sound low from his chest and rolling like smoke across her collarbone, actual heat flickering between his lips and the edges of her as his magic scatters the most mild sparks between them.
He tugs his shirt over his head in one, fluid movement, bundling it aside before leaning in with a renewed hunger for her lips. The feast is brief, before his hands are tugging her garment up and away as well, eager to claim her nipples between his teeth.
His hand rolls without hindrance now against her breast, the contours of it swaying beneath the glide of his palm, the spokes of his fingers. His fingers tease and pinch lightly at her nipple, ending with the quiet circle of his thumb before he moves to repeat the same focus to her other side. His mouth meanwhile moves lower, sinking along her neckline, tongue hot and holding her skin as he sucks and nips with the threat of a mark forming. The tug she demands is obeyed with a butter-softness as he leans into her, hips finding hers with a brush of delicious friction against their clothes, hardness already forming like his own brand of a rock he's encircling her with. "Mmmm, Mel," he appraises, the sound low from his chest and rolling like smoke across her collarbone, actual heat flickering between his lips and the edges of her as his magic scatters the most mild sparks between them.
He tugs his shirt over his head in one, fluid movement, bundling it aside before leaning in with a renewed hunger for her lips. The feast is brief, before his hands are tugging her garment up and away as well, eager to claim her nipples between his teeth.
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
