BASTIEN
you'll never settle any of your scores
your grace is wasted in your face
Bastien smiled just slightly around Rexanna's wrist as he heard her breathing quicken, felt her move closer. He knew what it was she was feeling; after all the exact mirror image of her sensation was given to him by drinking. The hand in her hair moved down to stroke past her neck, shoulders, paused for just a moment as he looked up to see her reaction, then he stroked her breasts, at first lightly, then more purposefully, his thumb brushing over her nipples through her dress. your grace is wasted in your face
Perhaps the way they took in each others bodies was different from most couples, the very transformation that gave him his ability to drink taking away his ability to do other things, but it was entirely them and he wasn't sure he would trade it for anything else. Not when he could feel the way he made Rexanna flush with tingling, gentle heat through their bond.
Having drunk his fill for the moment, feeling far more alive than he had before, he leaned forward to kiss her, the taste of blood still on his lips.
your boldness stands alone
among the wreck
among the wreck
