DEIMOS
She followed as promised; each one consuming the other, no flames or ardency quite extinguished. Clung to and taken in along each shudder and shiver, until undulations finally ceased, and they were simply left pressed – he was breathless for a few moments more, chest reverberating until his heartbeat returned to its normal cadence (the ardor for her). Boneless in the afterglow, he nearly snorted as he glanced upwards at the bizarre water incantations he’d managed to unfurl around them – permitting it to cease and desist in a matter of moments.
As she relaxed upon him, he simply modified their positions, not releasing, not letting go, but twisting and turning so he could lean against the back of the tub, support them both. His hands traced away from her thighs, soft teases back up along her hips, and then along her spine, idle and dulcet all the same. His eyes meant to survey the damage done, or whatever they’d forgotten in the intervals, brief tremors and shudders under her ministrations along his neck. If she was content he had no intention of placing her elsewhere, a light chuckle broadening from his throat. “So much for the bath.” A familiar pattern and routine for them; but he made no comment on it. He shook his head, only leaning forward and down to press a kiss against her gilded hairline, while idle incantations shifted, changed the water – as if it was being turned over, and flipped, minuscule, minute movements, like the slightest rush of a current, before it was warm and clean again.
As she relaxed upon him, he simply modified their positions, not releasing, not letting go, but twisting and turning so he could lean against the back of the tub, support them both. His hands traced away from her thighs, soft teases back up along her hips, and then along her spine, idle and dulcet all the same. His eyes meant to survey the damage done, or whatever they’d forgotten in the intervals, brief tremors and shudders under her ministrations along his neck. If she was content he had no intention of placing her elsewhere, a light chuckle broadening from his throat. “So much for the bath.” A familiar pattern and routine for them; but he made no comment on it. He shook his head, only leaning forward and down to press a kiss against her gilded hairline, while idle incantations shifted, changed the water – as if it was being turned over, and flipped, minuscule, minute movements, like the slightest rush of a current, before it was warm and clean again.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
