Hotaru
Those embers have never fully gone out, even when they left Hotaru choking on smoke, feeling the fire in her lungs instead. Even now it's so easy - one touch, one kiss, and months fall away until this could be any kiss they've ever had. The shape of his lips as familiar as a well-worn book, traced again and again. Sunjata leans back further on his heels and she puts up no resistance as she's pulled further against him, emerging further from the water as she straightens on her knees to chase after him.
His stubble is coarse against her own, and it's been so long since she's felt it that it makes her eyes burn. Such a small, silly thing, and yet it snaps the few meager seams still holding her together. Leaving her flayed open and bare. Defenseless enough that when he whispers in the space between their shared breaths, any objections she'd been trying to formulate wither and die on her tongue. Selfish, selfish, selfish, hisses the voice in her head as her exhale turns into a wounded noise, something both hurt and pleading. Please.
She tilts her face to his as his hand directs her to, and lets the fire burn through her as their mouths meet for the second time. Can it be called the second time when they've done this so many times before? Her hands finally rise, one curling around his nape and sinking into the fine hair at the base of his neck, thumb pressing against his pulse. The other covering his where it cradles her face. Meeting his intensity measure for measure, gently working his mouth open with her own with slow kisses that never truly part. Just pretend, she tells herself, ignoring the sting of her eyes as she lets herself go. It's just water from her hair on her cheek.
His stubble is coarse against her own, and it's been so long since she's felt it that it makes her eyes burn. Such a small, silly thing, and yet it snaps the few meager seams still holding her together. Leaving her flayed open and bare. Defenseless enough that when he whispers in the space between their shared breaths, any objections she'd been trying to formulate wither and die on her tongue. Selfish, selfish, selfish, hisses the voice in her head as her exhale turns into a wounded noise, something both hurt and pleading. Please.
She tilts her face to his as his hand directs her to, and lets the fire burn through her as their mouths meet for the second time. Can it be called the second time when they've done this so many times before? Her hands finally rise, one curling around his nape and sinking into the fine hair at the base of his neck, thumb pressing against his pulse. The other covering his where it cradles her face. Meeting his intensity measure for measure, gently working his mouth open with her own with slow kisses that never truly part. Just pretend, she tells herself, ignoring the sting of her eyes as she lets herself go. It's just water from her hair on her cheek.
Now you can quit, you can cave in
but just know you're not beyond saving
but just know you're not beyond saving
