The progression of her own undress is halted by the firm hand that holds hers. Thal lets him peel her hand away for him to take over, feeling the release of the button while her eyes remain locked on his, judging his every decision. With a few quick movements, he's stripping her shirt off to expose the milky skin beneath. Unlike Sunjata's, it's mostly clear of major scars, although a few serve as faded reminders during her amateur years as a pirate: a stab wound to the right shoulder and lower abdomen, a slash across her ribs. The largest of them is the jagged mark of claws raking down her left back towards her hand, still a pale fresh pink.
His head dives towards her newly exposed shoulder, her hand tangling sharply into his hair while his mouth varies its attentions between teasing nips, scraping teeth, and soft lips that have her conflicted. She hooks an impatient leg up around the back of his thigh as she feels her bra snap off; with a flick of her wrist, it's gone, a salty breeze brushing against her nipples and lifting them to sensitive peaks she presses provocatively into his scarred chest.
With one hand wrapped securely in the locks of his hair, Thal reaches the other around his back, fingers inadvertently brushing along the leather of his wings before digging into his shoulder blade, only to then drag across skin as he pushes her back into the bed. It cushions her descent, blonde hair flaring onto the red sheets like a demonic halo through her blackened horns. A distant snap of lightning sounds as she lets out a low growl, tail tip snapping like a whip when she flashes her fangs at him. "Too soft."
Propping up on an elbow, the storm in her eyes narrows before she's gone in a blink of shadowy darkness. She reappears just behind him, nails skimming the center of his wing as she steps to the side, taunting. "Too easy." Before he can turn to her, Thal darts to the other side of the bed to lean against the bedpost with crossed arms, a reproachful glare in her eyes. "Too tame."
His head dives towards her newly exposed shoulder, her hand tangling sharply into his hair while his mouth varies its attentions between teasing nips, scraping teeth, and soft lips that have her conflicted. She hooks an impatient leg up around the back of his thigh as she feels her bra snap off; with a flick of her wrist, it's gone, a salty breeze brushing against her nipples and lifting them to sensitive peaks she presses provocatively into his scarred chest.
With one hand wrapped securely in the locks of his hair, Thal reaches the other around his back, fingers inadvertently brushing along the leather of his wings before digging into his shoulder blade, only to then drag across skin as he pushes her back into the bed. It cushions her descent, blonde hair flaring onto the red sheets like a demonic halo through her blackened horns. A distant snap of lightning sounds as she lets out a low growl, tail tip snapping like a whip when she flashes her fangs at him. "Too soft."
Propping up on an elbow, the storm in her eyes narrows before she's gone in a blink of shadowy darkness. She reappears just behind him, nails skimming the center of his wing as she steps to the side, taunting. "Too easy." Before he can turn to her, Thal darts to the other side of the bed to lean against the bedpost with crossed arms, a reproachful glare in her eyes. "Too tame."
we care so much until we don't
Thalassa
