your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
The scrape of sequins beneath Kai's hands dulls what should be sharp, what should be immediate, and it frustrates Flora in a way that pulls a breathless, almost impatient sound from her as she presses closer anyway, chasing sensation through the barrier of glittering fabric like it might give if she just leans hard enough into him. The heat is there, she can feel it, but it’s diffused, spread too thin, and when his hand presses against her breast, she reacts without thought, arching into it, pressing herself into his palm as if she can force the feeling to sharpen, to concentrate, to match the intensity already racing through her.
The response is immediate and involuntary, a soft, breathy moan slipping into his mouth as her lips part against his, her grip tightening at his neck, fingers curling into him. The pressure of his hand, the weight of it, the way his other hand digs into her side, it’s not enough and it’s too much all at once, her body reacting in sharp, bright bursts that leave her chasing the next second before the last one has even settled.
She takes a step back without breaking the kiss, the movement unsteady but deliberate, and there’s a flicker of space between them for half a heartbeat as she waits to feel him follow. Again, another step, another pull backward, her mouth never quite leaving his, breath catching and tangling with his as she leads him, slow and insistent, out of the alcove and into their room. Once inside, she breaks from him just long enough to set the Everkeep down with a care that feels wildly out of place compared to everything else, her fingers lingering for the briefest second as another of Kai's memories shimmers across its surface, and then she’s back on him.
Both hands come up around his neck, pulling him down into her as she closes the space again without hesitation, her body pressing fully against his this time, hips and stomach aligning with his in a way that sends a sharp intake of breath through her teeth. Her chest lifts against his with each uneven breath, the rise and fall pressing her more firmly into the solid line of him, and the friction of fabric between them only makes her shift again, impatient.
The response is immediate and involuntary, a soft, breathy moan slipping into his mouth as her lips part against his, her grip tightening at his neck, fingers curling into him. The pressure of his hand, the weight of it, the way his other hand digs into her side, it’s not enough and it’s too much all at once, her body reacting in sharp, bright bursts that leave her chasing the next second before the last one has even settled.
She takes a step back without breaking the kiss, the movement unsteady but deliberate, and there’s a flicker of space between them for half a heartbeat as she waits to feel him follow. Again, another step, another pull backward, her mouth never quite leaving his, breath catching and tangling with his as she leads him, slow and insistent, out of the alcove and into their room. Once inside, she breaks from him just long enough to set the Everkeep down with a care that feels wildly out of place compared to everything else, her fingers lingering for the briefest second as another of Kai's memories shimmers across its surface, and then she’s back on him.
Both hands come up around his neck, pulling him down into her as she closes the space again without hesitation, her body pressing fully against his this time, hips and stomach aligning with his in a way that sends a sharp intake of breath through her teeth. Her chest lifts against his with each uneven breath, the rise and fall pressing her more firmly into the solid line of him, and the friction of fabric between them only makes her shift again, impatient.
