your scars are my favorite part

KIADA

Oh, he ignites her certainly. The way he blazes a trail down her neck, she guides him with his hands on her – him helping by leading her to a surface to situate herself on, and she does – pulling and tugging more on that harness he wears as the core of her begins to burn. He purrs into her neck, and her lips quirk in a slight smirk as her head tilts slightly to give him a better vantage point. Every place he kisses and touches rages with a flame, her mind in tune with each and every press and touch.

She does have her leverage, and she grabs onto it with one hand as she leans back slightly for him, her breathing quickening as he finds his way to the part of her that wants to be released, that nearly begs to be released – but she finds herself biting down onto her lip as he goes lower, a soft sound leaving her lips as her other hand finds and grabs onto his hair to guide him. She wants to show him the ways to get her to sing, and she suddenly realizes she’ll really have no qualms with getting him to do it.

He seems willing, and it’s surprising to her the amount of freedom that she has. Her legs find their purchase on his shoulders, heels digging in slightly to pin him in place and to push him closer. She’s in control, she has the ability to get him to do whatever she wanted – the only difficulty being that she didn’t know yet what it was that she wanted, what would make her sing. And so she starts with this, easy and guiding, though not particularly gentle with the way her hand balls into a fist in his hair and her heels grasp and press.

your girl is a soldier

and her mouth tastes like blood,

dust, fire, home, and battlefield