Rather than draw away from the aggression, he pulls her closer, his wings shadowing her from the light as his airy laugh heats the space where his lips follow. She tilts her head, keeping her firm hold on his collar to pull him closer to the sliver of neck she's granted him. Her own voice is less uncertain, commanding attention the same way she does with her sailors - with a touch of sultry intrigue. "No, but I think you can figure it out without me needing to tell you." In other words: just do it and you'll know pretty quick if it's the wrong choice.
His teeth graze her neck, just enough to entice her before he draws away. She releases his shirt to let him strip it off, the stormy blue of her gaze tracking the movements like a predator, tail curling slow behind her. The scars are an impressive display, matching his face and wings for intensity. The mechanism of injury for all of them is unclear, although she can tell that some would have hurt more than others. She wonders if any of them might have killed him in the process, but the thoughts don't distract her from the task at hand, from wanting to feel him against her with the same level of brutality shown to his body.
Standing with her back to the bed, Thal reaches for the buttons of her shirt, a wicked sort of smile sent his way while she continues to drink him in. A few quick strides are all it takes to close the distance, her bra half exposed, the next button is poised between her fingers when he crowds her space more intensely than before. It forces her back far enough for the back of her legs to hit the bedframe, head tilting up towards him with another approving glint in her eyes that demands he not stop whatever he might be about to do.
His teeth graze her neck, just enough to entice her before he draws away. She releases his shirt to let him strip it off, the stormy blue of her gaze tracking the movements like a predator, tail curling slow behind her. The scars are an impressive display, matching his face and wings for intensity. The mechanism of injury for all of them is unclear, although she can tell that some would have hurt more than others. She wonders if any of them might have killed him in the process, but the thoughts don't distract her from the task at hand, from wanting to feel him against her with the same level of brutality shown to his body.
Standing with her back to the bed, Thal reaches for the buttons of her shirt, a wicked sort of smile sent his way while she continues to drink him in. A few quick strides are all it takes to close the distance, her bra half exposed, the next button is poised between her fingers when he crowds her space more intensely than before. It forces her back far enough for the back of her legs to hit the bedframe, head tilting up towards him with another approving glint in her eyes that demands he not stop whatever he might be about to do.
we care so much until we don't
Thalassa
