You're so cold
but you feel alive
The slow, lingering strokes were perhaps not quite as soothing as he intended. Maea felt them linger on her skin like electrical pulses even after his hand moved away, making her insides smolder quietly again. Not that it ever quite stopped. Still, she tried to relax against him, even if it was a difficult thing. His lingering gaze, and the fingers braiding into hers were only adding to it. Building something up that was both emotional and physical, like the sweet ache between her legs had somehow settled within her soul too.
"Me too. I'm glad it is you," she mumbled, her lips warm as the rest of her skin was cool. Warming, now that they were tucked in against one another under the blanket, but not nearly as hot as him.
Again, that subtle choice of words; is, not was.
Pale eyes roamed the cave. The fire spred a warm red light over the jagged walls and threw shadows long and dark across the sandy floor. Trailed over the pile of logs resting nearby, to Haai where the gryphon had settled in, to the slightly paler shade of night beyond the opening, where the moon was still shining bright. Turning her attention back to Sunjata, the girl stroked a hand up over his chest, trailed her fingers over his neck and touched his face. Explored it, with sensitive fingertips, as her gaze tried to absorb everything it fell upon.
So familiar, these features. And at the same time, not.
"There's so much I still don't know about you," she mused, voice barely more than a whisper. But he would hear her, she knew. He always did.
"Me too. I'm glad it is you," she mumbled, her lips warm as the rest of her skin was cool. Warming, now that they were tucked in against one another under the blanket, but not nearly as hot as him.
Again, that subtle choice of words; is, not was.
Pale eyes roamed the cave. The fire spred a warm red light over the jagged walls and threw shadows long and dark across the sandy floor. Trailed over the pile of logs resting nearby, to Haai where the gryphon had settled in, to the slightly paler shade of night beyond the opening, where the moon was still shining bright. Turning her attention back to Sunjata, the girl stroked a hand up over his chest, trailed her fingers over his neck and touched his face. Explored it, with sensitive fingertips, as her gaze tried to absorb everything it fell upon.
So familiar, these features. And at the same time, not.
"There's so much I still don't know about you," she mused, voice barely more than a whisper. But he would hear her, she knew. He always did.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
