All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life
Her shirt ended up somewhere; she neither knew nor cared where. Zavien’s lips were warm and adoring against hers, his hands leaving lingering sparks everywhere they touched. He reached for her bra, fumbling with the clasp, but this wasn’t like last time. They weren’t impatient or demanding; their movements were slower, more intentional. Soh smiled into his kiss as he huffed a laugh against her lips. If anything, it made her more comfortable, like maybe she didn’t have to be perfect, either. That this could be perfectly imperfect, and that would be exactly what they needed.
His arms cradled her securely to his chest as he rolled them over, laying her gently back onto the cushions beneath them. She propped herself on her elbows as he moved to strip off his shirt, molten silver eyes tracing the hard planes of his torso appreciatively. Gods, she was lucky - in so many ways. Zavien was her friend, her boyfriend, her lover; he may still be learning about her, but she felt that he already knew her, inside and out.
He kissed her lips once more, Soh slipping her arms around his neck and arching her back to pull them closer, until skin on skin was all she was aware of. And then he started to move, trailing kisses down her neck as she tilted her head back to give him better access. Every touch left sparks in its wake, a lingering trail of flames that went all the way to her core. When Zavien stumbled upon a particularly sensitive spot at the base of her neck, her breath hitched, a soft moan falling from her lips. How did he know exactly what to do, exactly how and where to touch her, to elicit the greatest reaction?
His arms cradled her securely to his chest as he rolled them over, laying her gently back onto the cushions beneath them. She propped herself on her elbows as he moved to strip off his shirt, molten silver eyes tracing the hard planes of his torso appreciatively. Gods, she was lucky - in so many ways. Zavien was her friend, her boyfriend, her lover; he may still be learning about her, but she felt that he already knew her, inside and out.
He kissed her lips once more, Soh slipping her arms around his neck and arching her back to pull them closer, until skin on skin was all she was aware of. And then he started to move, trailing kisses down her neck as she tilted her head back to give him better access. Every touch left sparks in its wake, a lingering trail of flames that went all the way to her core. When Zavien stumbled upon a particularly sensitive spot at the base of her neck, her breath hitched, a soft moan falling from her lips. How did he know exactly what to do, exactly how and where to touch her, to elicit the greatest reaction?
Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
