Iskra
Where she's scheming, a plan unfolding like paper airplanes flying crooked, he's only caught in the moment, enamoured with the very fact that it's with her. Then her challenge hits, turning around all his want as if they've only ever been two wicks meant to catch and burn off each other. Maybe you're all mine. It settles right in the center of him, stilling him for a breathless moment even as she implores him for more, mouth parting with an ease he readily takes. In that brief lull, he feels the certainty that's been steadily growing. Love he had boldly proclaimed already, uncertain what else could drive visions of her to his mind every night after all these years. Now though, he's more certain than ever, and he's no intention of escaping the fact that she'd lay claim to him. "I was hoping so," he murmurs, the smile arriving before the words do.
The gentle push of her legs sends them drifting until stone greets his feet more properly beneath the water. He barely notices. His attention never leaves her face as she reaches for him again, hands warm despite the pool, fingertips framing his jaw with a possessiveness that draws him up and across the bank without even realizing he's moving. This kiss is nothing like the frantic chase that came before it. No splashing, or fleeing, or stolen attire. Just her.
He meets her halfway, mouth finding hers with an eagerness that melts almost immediately into something slower, deeper. One hand settles at the small of her back, drawing her flush against him while the other slips into the damp curls at the nape of her neck. He kisses her like someone in no danger of running out of time, lingering whenever she deepens it, chasing the pull whenever she steals another breath from him. Somewhere between one breath and the next, laughter gives way entirely to tenderness. The water rocks gently around their feet still, lanternlight breaking into molten ribbons across their shoulders, and he breathes in the lingering bonfire smoke caught in her hair and the salt on the breeze. Funny, he thinks, she'd claimed there was nothing left to steal, yet he can't help feeling she's making off with his heart all over again.
Settling back more properly on the lip of the embankment, his legs spread to brace her between them as he draws her further up to him. She's already been made taut and flush to his chest, but now he gathers her thighs and bunches them up and around his hips. A rough sound escapes him as the heat and feel of her brushes up close to his erection, forehead tipping briefly to hers. "If I'm all yours..." he wonders, a thumb tracing idly along her hip, lingering there. "What will you do with me?"
The gentle push of her legs sends them drifting until stone greets his feet more properly beneath the water. He barely notices. His attention never leaves her face as she reaches for him again, hands warm despite the pool, fingertips framing his jaw with a possessiveness that draws him up and across the bank without even realizing he's moving. This kiss is nothing like the frantic chase that came before it. No splashing, or fleeing, or stolen attire. Just her.
He meets her halfway, mouth finding hers with an eagerness that melts almost immediately into something slower, deeper. One hand settles at the small of her back, drawing her flush against him while the other slips into the damp curls at the nape of her neck. He kisses her like someone in no danger of running out of time, lingering whenever she deepens it, chasing the pull whenever she steals another breath from him. Somewhere between one breath and the next, laughter gives way entirely to tenderness. The water rocks gently around their feet still, lanternlight breaking into molten ribbons across their shoulders, and he breathes in the lingering bonfire smoke caught in her hair and the salt on the breeze. Funny, he thinks, she'd claimed there was nothing left to steal, yet he can't help feeling she's making off with his heart all over again.
Settling back more properly on the lip of the embankment, his legs spread to brace her between them as he draws her further up to him. She's already been made taut and flush to his chest, but now he gathers her thighs and bunches them up and around his hips. A rough sound escapes him as the heat and feel of her brushes up close to his erection, forehead tipping briefly to hers. "If I'm all yours..." he wonders, a thumb tracing idly along her hip, lingering there. "What will you do with me?"
I can see the sunshine for the first time in a while
It's like I've been baptized by the warmth of your smile
It's like I've been baptized by the warmth of your smile
