Try a Little Tenderness

RexannA just how far would you go when the drugs aren't hitting home? She allowed him to move her in any way he saw fit – to be able to make it easier for him despite the awkwardness of the position and the way that he was still quite a bit drunk though now appearing at least a bit more sober. Her body was tense during the build up and when she was able to release, her body shuddered with the feeling – a quiet rolling earthquake that trembled her. Her hands found their way to him as he stood up and faced her more fully. Her body arching into his touch as they continued. He was right – it was like Frey had possessed him. She moved with him enough, losing herself in the passion and fire of the night in ways that were so explicitly him that she couldn’t think of anything else. It reminded her of their first meeting, a man in the fields simply drawing what he saw before the huge sum of their loneliness and perhaps a bit of sorrow had pushed them together. And it had pushed them over and over and over again. Once this whole curse was over and she could be considered a free person, having tasted the fruits of this world, perhaps she would find herself consistently in Alistair’s arms. But for now, there were too many obstacles, and she was happy to know that the man hadn’t seemed to care that much about it. Perhaps he did deep down, but as Frey had told her, she needed to care more about herself than others. And she was trying hard to do just that. To not fall into her old ways. And so she melted with him again, her nails digging into his back and sides, his name whispered on her tongue, and the feel of her firework magic just a breath away on the tip of her fingertips. It didn’t take long for their second roll to be over for her, and she found herself breathless and draped in exhaustion. Pulling him closer to her, she tangled her fingers in his dark curled hair and pressed her lips to his own. Her sapphire gaze searching his eyes with a bright amount of happiness and a bit of a drunken glaze. “Come to bed with me?” She whispered to him, her gaze dropping to his lips. “Stay with me tonight?” She tilted her head with the breathless question, hoping perhaps he’d be content with holding her like before. unwind my veins like rope. a kaleidoscope, detach until we choke.

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