Deimos
They had nothing to disrupt plans but themselves; a momentous haze, a covetous need welling between bones and ribcages, lungs and souls. What could fall away were inconsequential, pushed aside for only a timeframe, stretched moments where took and gave, without the rest of the world binding, clawing, tethering. Driven, determined, expressions blurred into wanton gasps and breathless whims; he had half a mind to assure the mugs of cocoa were well out of the way, placed without burden somewhere else within the fort. “What about dinner?” came along a pant, released briefly from her lips and her taste, a brief grumble followed by a smirk.
He had no intentions of relinquishing the instant anyway; shudders and nuances sent down his spine, through his shoulders, as soon as she grasped at his hair. Melting and molten, the stirring beginning in the press of his stomach, unsaid declarations pulled and made in every touch and caress instead. Teeth nipped and traced at her mouth, just as gently as when he’s snagged at her palm, tongue following thereafter.
Hands lured too, fingers on her neck tracing upwards, entangling amidst locks, pulling her in and in and in; the other finding its way along her waist, toying with the fabric of her shirt. But as she roamed closer his hips gave an instinctual buck, chasing down sentiments and motions.
He had no intentions of relinquishing the instant anyway; shudders and nuances sent down his spine, through his shoulders, as soon as she grasped at his hair. Melting and molten, the stirring beginning in the press of his stomach, unsaid declarations pulled and made in every touch and caress instead. Teeth nipped and traced at her mouth, just as gently as when he’s snagged at her palm, tongue following thereafter.
Hands lured too, fingers on her neck tracing upwards, entangling amidst locks, pulling her in and in and in; the other finding its way along her waist, toying with the fabric of her shirt. But as she roamed closer his hips gave an instinctual buck, chasing down sentiments and motions.
it's not the waking, it's the rising
It's the fire it ignites
It's the fire it ignites
