and it burns like a gin and i like it
The leopard's eyes followed the smoldering light of his cigarette as it disappeared into the ash tray; which was probably a more respectful place to put it, but far less satisfying. He moved on to answering her question, speaking of the joys of political power. There was a time Aisha was designated power, a fancy home, luxury. It'd been a promise, she had been a princess. That felt like so long ago, and while she missed home did she really miss all that... responsibility, as he so simply put it?
A little bit actually, a part of her hungered for authority, ambition stoked in her veins as she imagined herself at the helm of a nation again. But no, she was here, just a soldier, and the bigger part of her was content with that. "Nate's your man right?" she'd never met the guy but she'd heard of him. She leaned forward again, elbows on the table and chin resting on her hand. "Don't spare the details," she added playfully, curious about their relationship, and nosy as ever.
A little bit actually, a part of her hungered for authority, ambition stoked in her veins as she imagined herself at the helm of a nation again. But no, she was here, just a soldier, and the bigger part of her was content with that. "Nate's your man right?" she'd never met the guy but she'd heard of him. She leaned forward again, elbows on the table and chin resting on her hand. "Don't spare the details," she added playfully, curious about their relationship, and nosy as ever.
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
AISHA
