[RQ] this kind of freedom

Evie

It's true that he is the anchor and she is the wave, constantly seeking to rush and overtake instead of meandering and exploring. Those times have their place, but she often can't resist when he makes her feel like fire ill-contained by human skin. What else can she know but burning?

Any scrapes or bruises from the wall behind her are well-earned badges of their insistence, and nothing that can't be erased with a bit of magic. If anything it only makes the sensation of the moment that much higher. Pain and pleasure, hot and cold, air and water, skin and skin.

Maybe it's the location and the awareness of their publicity, but Evie feels wound tight and far too close for this soon into their entanglement. There is little she can do for him in this position, but she nips and kisses along his neck, stuttered moans and hot breath awash on his damp skin for him to revel in at close range. It's a bit of a configuration to ease her hand between them, helping herself along in a way that makes her legs spasm and clench sporadically around his waist, but all if it is worth it and merely adds layers to the frantic, spontaneous moment they've wrapped around themselves.

Cover your crystal eyes
And let your colors bleed and blend with mine