i wanted to be ruined —
a little more than i wanted
— to be loved
Her impatience is one of her many flaws, wanting some form of instant gratification and pulling at the reins whenever she got a chance. The shirt was just one chance to pull and tug at it, to see just how much she could get away with before he made her stop. And part of her hopes he does, that she tests him enough to see how much of him she can unleash — this stranger, hard fought born and bred Halovian. What sort of things could he teach her?
But her shirt is off and she preens under the attention, back arching a small amount to give him a better view, head tilted back as she scans his face with a sultry look, hunger and thirst both gleaming in the darkened ice of her eyes. She finally manages to get his shirt off (with his help), however, and she lets her own gaze eat him up. Muscled from hard work shown through, though he still appeared to be thin in places. The expanse of tattoos are something that her gaze roams over, having not considered getting one. Perhaps he could show her.
A hand lifts then, to trace along the dark lines of the tattoos, feeling the warmth of his skin with them, mouth a bit dry as her gaze flicks up to his face and he reaches for her then, lifting her up and her arms find the expanse of room at his neck, clutching and pulling herself to him, brushing the skin of her chest against his own, leaning into the kisses pressed to her jaw until they’re at the bed. It wasn’t far, and the bed was surprisingly soft when her spine hits it. Her hands lock around the back of his neck, pulling him in and pressing a kiss along his jaw too, legs parting to give him room to hover above her.
But her shirt is off and she preens under the attention, back arching a small amount to give him a better view, head tilted back as she scans his face with a sultry look, hunger and thirst both gleaming in the darkened ice of her eyes. She finally manages to get his shirt off (with his help), however, and she lets her own gaze eat him up. Muscled from hard work shown through, though he still appeared to be thin in places. The expanse of tattoos are something that her gaze roams over, having not considered getting one. Perhaps he could show her.
A hand lifts then, to trace along the dark lines of the tattoos, feeling the warmth of his skin with them, mouth a bit dry as her gaze flicks up to his face and he reaches for her then, lifting her up and her arms find the expanse of room at his neck, clutching and pulling herself to him, brushing the skin of her chest against his own, leaning into the kisses pressed to her jaw until they’re at the bed. It wasn’t far, and the bed was surprisingly soft when her spine hits it. Her hands lock around the back of his neck, pulling him in and pressing a kiss along his jaw too, legs parting to give him room to hover above her.
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
