KAISEL
So, you wanna start a war?
Bang, shots fired
Bang, shots fired
It's an absurd reaction considering she spends all of LongHeat in as little fabric as possible already, yet the further she draws out the idea of her wedding attire being revealing enough for everyone in attendance to take the image of her home like a gift, the more he's inclined to make blindfolds a requirement and pass it off as some new-age experience for everyone. Listen with your heart to the sound of ours or some such bullshit. Bag checks is another mental note he'll add, rooting out any cameras.
For now, he settles for making sharpened faces at her and tighter curls of his hand into her skin, as if through sheer grip alone he could hold her with him only. The band on his wrist is proof enough that they've already promised forever, but she's long since stolen sense from him for the time being.
A smile spreads out with all the shape of a wolf's hunger around the taste of her moan. Instead of feeding him into anything resembling satiation, it only tempts the craving further to the surface. "I didn't quite catch that," he murmurs into the corner of her lips where he tilts his head. "Say that again," he beckons, hand given more access to her in that moment. He sets his thumb to gently brush against her clit, the anticipation flashing a streak of heated color over the bond like a lightning strike briefly illuminating the dark. He gives her no room for actual words as his mouth reclaims hers, a more insistent touch settling against her.
For now, he settles for making sharpened faces at her and tighter curls of his hand into her skin, as if through sheer grip alone he could hold her with him only. The band on his wrist is proof enough that they've already promised forever, but she's long since stolen sense from him for the time being.
A smile spreads out with all the shape of a wolf's hunger around the taste of her moan. Instead of feeding him into anything resembling satiation, it only tempts the craving further to the surface. "I didn't quite catch that," he murmurs into the corner of her lips where he tilts his head. "Say that again," he beckons, hand given more access to her in that moment. He sets his thumb to gently brush against her clit, the anticipation flashing a streak of heated color over the bond like a lightning strike briefly illuminating the dark. He gives her no room for actual words as his mouth reclaims hers, a more insistent touch settling against her.
Pain is what you desire
So, you wanna be immortal?
So, you wanna be immortal?
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
