your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Flora laughs weakly at that, the sound tucked somewhere between her lips and his skin, still too pleasantly exhausted to make it bright but not too exhausted for the implication to curl through the bond before she can stop it. Her shoulder lifts in a lazy little shrug against him, mischief stirring through the warm sprawl of her like a fish flashing silver beneath clear water, and when she speaks her voice is low and roughened at the edges, still wearing the night all over it. "I can think of lots of ways we can practise being louder," she murmurs, the suggestion sliding out with just enough sweetness to be completely indecent, before her mouth curves against him and she adds, "but...maybe tomorrow." Her lashes lower as she hums, the thought of testing the range of the bond settling into the softer part of her mind where all the practical magic of it waits patiently beside the far more immediate fact of his leg tightening around her. "Mmm, that’s smart."
Were she not so spectacularly well-fucked and boneless, she absolutely would have poked her fingers into his mouth to ruin his yawn, because really, what was marriage if not the sacred right to be a nuisance at the exact moment someone looked most vulnerable to it? Alas, the consequences of being pleasured so thoroughly have reduced her limbs to decorative suggestions, and so her fingers stay threaded with his instead, though the wicked little curl of intention slips through the bond anyway, unmistakable and entirely unrepentant. She only manages to snuggle herself slightly higher against him and the bed, fitting herself more comfortably into the warmth at his side while her curls shift messily around her face and her smile presses faintly into place.
At his accusation, though, she huffs out a sound of immediate disagreement, offended enough to find half a spark of energy from somewhere deep within. "Me?" she demands, her head tipping just enough to aim the full force of her disbelief toward him even if her body refuses to do anything more impressive than remain glued to his. "You’re the one who made this the best birthday I’ve ever had." Her voice softens before she can sharpen it back into play, the truth too warm and too close to dress up properly, and through the bond it comes with the full shape of what she means: the party, the Everkeep, the way he’d gathered everyone’s love for her and then somehow given her his in a form that had slipped beneath every defence she had. "So if anyone’s in trouble next year, it’s absolutely you, dummy."
Were she not so spectacularly well-fucked and boneless, she absolutely would have poked her fingers into his mouth to ruin his yawn, because really, what was marriage if not the sacred right to be a nuisance at the exact moment someone looked most vulnerable to it? Alas, the consequences of being pleasured so thoroughly have reduced her limbs to decorative suggestions, and so her fingers stay threaded with his instead, though the wicked little curl of intention slips through the bond anyway, unmistakable and entirely unrepentant. She only manages to snuggle herself slightly higher against him and the bed, fitting herself more comfortably into the warmth at his side while her curls shift messily around her face and her smile presses faintly into place.
At his accusation, though, she huffs out a sound of immediate disagreement, offended enough to find half a spark of energy from somewhere deep within. "Me?" she demands, her head tipping just enough to aim the full force of her disbelief toward him even if her body refuses to do anything more impressive than remain glued to his. "You’re the one who made this the best birthday I’ve ever had." Her voice softens before she can sharpen it back into play, the truth too warm and too close to dress up properly, and through the bond it comes with the full shape of what she means: the party, the Everkeep, the way he’d gathered everyone’s love for her and then somehow given her his in a form that had slipped beneath every defence she had. "So if anyone’s in trouble next year, it’s absolutely you, dummy."
