what big teeth you have

if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it

Vesper’s smile curls slow and deliberate, as if her words had been written directly into the hunger curling low in his spine. The reflection flickers behind her like a second heartbeat—one they both share now, fast and pulsing beneath their skin. "Then let’s give her something to race for," he murmurs, voice thick with smoke and velvet, his breath a warm whisper against her jaw.

His hands don’t hurry. They slide up from her thighs, over the curve of her hips, fingers curling just under the hem of her shirt as if asking rather than demanding—though the fire in his eyes says the answer’s already known. He’s close enough that she can feel the press of his body against hers, hard lines framed in shadow and starlight, every breath between them charged.

The mirror catches all of it now: her smirk, his hands, the slow shift of bodies aligning. His shadows slip forward as if they have a will of their own—curling up her calves, brushing beneath the hem of her clothes, teasing like phantom fingertips drawn from desire itself. They don’t hold her, not yet. But they certainly do play.

"Gods, look at you," he murmurs into her skin, voice low and threading heat where his mouth finds her throat, trailing fire just below her jaw. His hands flex, guiding her hips back into the ivy just enough to feel the contrast—soft leaves, cool stone, her own reflection catching every slow, dark thrill of the moment.

And now it's turning out to be the worst of my bad habits

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3

Fool me once, fool me twice
Are you death or paradise?

As if in permission - although they both know he doesn't need it - Thal reaches her arms up to clasp them behind his neck, the motion helping to lift the hem of her shirt higher along her pale skin. She won't stop him, and certainly doesn't want to as she urges his head lower in her movements, willing him closer, to enjoy what she lays before him. It's no longer a teasing game of seduction, but a challenge of pleasure, of how they might make the mirror fog with the force of their steamy show. Her mind plays along with his shadows that lap gently at her legs, slipping gracefully into the heat that slowly starts to rise with his words. 

Treating it more as an order than a reverent comment, she instinctually looks to the mirror, catching the moment her hips hit the pillar, the rustling of leaves mixing with her soft intake of breath. Thal might know she's hot, but there's something about seeing the hooding of her blue eyes, the stretching of her curved form, the arch of her back that sends a thrill through her. She bites her lip, a mental groan of delight echoing through her body as she watches her reflection lift her chin to better feel his breath against her throat, reaching. 

But she's not the only thing she likes the sight of, letting her eyes drag down Vesper's body pressed against her, the subtle strength and writhing shadows seeming to devour her, looming and dark in the glow of the garden. It makes her smile through the bite of her fang, a whispered chuckle leaving her. "You don't look too bad either." There's smoke and temptation in her tone, indicative of the fire that's slowly beginning to spark, the desire that lives constantly beneath her skin. 

Her gaze finds his in the mirror, not losing any of its heat in the reflection as she tilts her head, tempting with her words and the sharp grin on her lips. "How do you want me, Vesper?" Thal lets his name roll from her tongue like a summoning, the recall of their previous sexcapade thick in her mind as she graciously decides to relinquish a bit of control, to let him choose what display he might get to play a part in.

Now you'll never see me cry
There's just no time to die

Thalassa

if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it

Vesper doesn’t answer her question right away—not out loud. He hears it in her voice, sees it in her body, feels it in the electric press of her thoughts as they skim like fire across his own. Her words curl in his ears like smoke, but it’s the look in her eyes—mirrored in glass and moonlight—that decides everything.

His hands rise to her waist, thumbs pressing slow, deliberate circles against her skin as he dips his head—not reverent, but devout in his own wicked way. The hem of her shirt lifts further with the shift of her arms, and Vesper drags his mouth along the newly revealed skin just beneath her ribs. A slow, open-mouthed kiss that’s more heat than softness. Another, lower, teeth grazing just enough to make her breath catch. His fingers flex, coaxing her hips closer to the ivy-wrapped mirror behind her until there’s no space left between them.

"Take your clothes off," he murmurs, the command soft and sharp all at once, like the edge of a knife wrapped in velvet. His voice coils low in his throat, rich with the knowledge of what he’s about to do and exactly how she’ll look doing it.

He moves without waiting, sinking down to the moss-soft ground, positioning himself on his back. His shadows stretch lazily around him, curling like smoke in the underbrush, and he settles facing away from the mirror—toward her, always toward her—so that when she climbs astride him, the mirror will catch all of it. Every flicker of movement. Every flush of pleasure. Every ounce of power she holds above him.

The ivy rustles softly as he stretches out beneath her, hands folding behind his head for a moment like he’s lounging. Waiting. Inviting. "Then come here," he says, gaze raking up her legs, heat simmering behind every word. His mouth curves, lazy and wicked, as he tips his chin back. "I’ll handle the rest."

And now it's turning out to be the worst of my bad habits

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3

Fool me once, fool me twice
Are you death or paradise?

Her mind follows every brush of his lips, every patch of skin that heats beneath them to steal her breath, his teeth a delicious contrast to the moisture of his mouth - although she wouldn't mind more than just a scrape, wanting to feel the sharp intensity of pain amidst her pleasure. As Vesper shifts lower, her hands fall to his shoulders, guiding should he continue his path.

But he has other plans. 

The commanding tone is liquid fire in her veins, immediately setting her ablaze as she bites against the inside of her cheek to calm the thrill of her heart. She doesn't rush to obey, watching as he moves to lounge against the mossy floor of the garden, gilded in iridescent moonlight like a gift from the gods just for her, all sharp lines and confidence. His words only further her excitement, curiosity spurring her to haste, but she contains herself, basking in his gaze as she follows his order. 

It's a slow, seductive dance that she puts on, gracefully pushing from the pillar as she starts lazily at her feet, hinging at the waist so he might admire her flexible figure. Each lace is casually pulled aside, stringing each through her delicate fingers before she's free to step from the boots, barefoot on the soft grassy floor. 

She moves up to her hips, trailing her hands along her calves then thighs to reach the latches of each belt and strap that holds her myriads of daggers. Her eyes are glued to Vesper, a playful sheen in their blue depths as she continues a familiar path of undress. The peripheral of her reflection behind him guides her, as much a show for him as herself - one she could do in the dark, with her hands tied, blindfolded. With a slip of a flippant finger, each piece is released, clinking to the ground with a resounding weight as the pile around her feet grows. The last clasp holds her pants, and Thal takes her time, tapping aside a boot with her toes as she undoes the top to reveal the black lacey underwear peeking out beneath. Teasingly slow, she hooks her thumbs on the waistband, easing the pants over the curve of her hips with a shimmy of her ass, perfectly tight in all the right ways. When they finally hit her knees, she lets them drop to the ground, a coy smile on her lips as she pauses, half in undress, the hem of her shirt barely reaching the top of her thighs.

Lifting her legs in long, elegant strides, she begins to make her way forward in a seductive saunter, her tail flicking languidly behind her approaching form. Thal reaches up to run her hands into her hair, then down the nape of her neck to the top of her blouse where she gives each button its own easy pace, slowly revealing the pale skin of her chest, abdomen, and the matching black lace bra she wears beneath it. A whisper of wind is enough to shrug the top from her shoulders, dragging from her hands to flutter and fall to the ground. 

Now standing before him in nothing but her underwear, Thal can feel the echo of his mouth in the breeze that brushes against the heating of her skin, a mischievous grin spreading over her mouth as she thinks of all the ways he might use their time together. And as his inviting figure lounges before her like a promise of shadowy pleasure, she doesn't waste it just standing there. Thal moves to hover her form over him, straddling and bracing so that no part of her is touching him yet, just looming, tempting like the approaching tide at his feet. In a flash of fangs, flames wrap her torso, licking against her skin as they devour the last articles of clothing from her suspended form. A small price to pay for the dramatics.

Now you'll never see me cry
There's just no time to die

Thalassa

if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it

Vesper watches. There’s no other word for it; he watches her like a man starving in a garden full of forbidden fruit. Every slow hinge of her body, every teasing shimmy and flick of a strap is seared into him with ferocious clarity. He tracks the rise of her shirt, the tantalizing glimpse of pale skin beneath dark leather, the flicker of black lace cupping her hips. The delicate trail of her fingers, the glint of her belt buckles, the exact moment the fabric gives way to skin. He doesn't blink. Doesn’t breathe. Just watches as each layer peels away, and with it, the last remnants of restraint in him begin to smoulder.

The breath he draws is sharp and soundless, like the moment before a wave crashes—still only in the way that promises violence. His eyes drag over her, from the flame-kissed skin of her thighs to the dark lace now curling to ash on the wind, and there’s nothing coy left in him anymore. No patience. No pretense. Just the raw, ragged edge of want burning through every line of his body.

"Enough," he growls—low and rough, more shadow than voice—and his hands are already at her hips, strong and sure as his fingers curl around her hips as he pulls her down against his mouth.

There’s nothing tentative about it. No slow burn now. His tongue parts her without hesitation, his hunger sharpened by the way she thought about this; by the thrill she gets watching herself in the mirror while he dines on her from below. He can’t see her reflection, but he doesn’t need to; he'll feel it in her mind; every pulse of heat and sharp hitch of breath as she watches her own body tremble under his mouth.

Vesper groans low and fervent into her, the vibration another teasing wave against her clit. One hand anchors her against him while the other trails up her stomach, a slow drag of fingers until it cups the underside of her breast—possessive, reverent, and just shy of rough. He parts her further with his tongue, lapping and sliding deeper, each stroke deliberate, frenzied, worshipful.

And now it's turning out to be the worst of my bad habits

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3

Fool me once, fool me twice
Are you death or paradise?

Thal knows what hunger looks like, feels it as a constant nagging in her stomach, sees it in the eyes of her fellow Ancients, and watches as it drips from Vesper like violence. It sends a longing, searing heat through her body as her flames wrap around her. It's everything she wants, everything she longs to see as she dances and plays her role, showing him every inch of her sexy figure, knowing that it will only drive him to the tipping edge - the same ledge every Ancient knows all too well - the one that ends in ravaging need that makes them feral. 

His growling word tells her she's succeeded, images of his tide jaguar form flashing before her eyes like he might just grow teeth of his own. A sharp intake of breath makes her vision swirl as he pulls her down onto his mouth, her hands moving to brace against his hair and the ground in the sudden claiming of her heat. It sends a crackling of flames through her veins, her body reacting to every lap of his tongue like a whip across her back, one that has her feeling weak with need - and she loves every debilitating second of it.

When she finally adjusts to the onslaught of sensation, she looks down at Vesper, catching a glimpse of him beneath her legs as he devours her like a starving man. It makes the coiling pressure in her core tighten, knowing he has no intentions - no control - to stop; but as she looks up, Thal lets out a low groan, seeing the way her face is already flushing in the growing heat, the parting of her lips a silent prayer for him not to stop, her hips attempting to roll against the deeper exploration of her. She can't help the way her body stutters in response to his echoing groan, the way it sends a vibration from her clit to the top of her head, her eyes fluttering at the sensation. 

Gasping a breath, she sits back to his bracing hand, moving her own from the ground to cover his just below her breast. Squeezing tighter, she lets her head fall back just enough not to lose sight of herself, her other hand tangling in Vesper's hair as she bites a fang against her lips, drawing blood in the force of her growing desire.

Now you'll never see me cry
There's just no time to die

Thalassa

if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it

Vesper drinks in every tremor, every gasp that falls from Thal’s lips like a prayer offered to the dark. Her body is molten against him, the taste of her staining his mouth and burning through his veins like wildfire. When her hips begin to roll, seeking more—demanding it—he groans in response, the sound vibrating against her clit with a reverence so fierce it borders on worship.

His hand, still braced just beneath her breast, squeezes in answer to her own desperate grip, guiding the rhythm she’s chasing. His tongue delves deeper, relentless, flickering and stroking in a tempo that matches the ragged staccato of her breathing. He feels the moment it hits—the gathering of every muscle, the helpless roll of her hips, the shudder that races up her spine like a wave crashing against a reef. Vesper doesn’t let up; he drives her through it, savouring every second of the way she comes apart on his mouth.

Only once she’s trembling and gasping, her body glowing with a sheen of sweat and power, does he ease back. His hands shift—steady, sure—as he rises from the mossy floor. Thal will barely have time to register the loss before his hands are on her thighs again, lifting her effortlessly. She’s weightless in his grip, wrapped in shadow and flame and the wild, magnetic pull between them.

Vesper backs her against the mirror in a collision of heat and reflection, one hand fisting in the vines that curtain it. With a rough, eager motion, he strips away the last barrier between them, his pants hitting the ground with a whisper of fabric. His mouth finds hers in a bruising kiss, tasting the echo of her climax on her tongue, and then he’s thrusting into her—hard, unyielding, the breath of both their bodies catching at once.

The mirror shudders against the impact, vines trembling as her back arches, their reflections wild and golden in the moonlight-drenched glass. His pace is relentless, driven by weeks of pent-up hunger, by the wicked gleam he’s seen in her eyes since the moment they met. Hands roam, teeth scrape, shadows coil—and as the garden shivers around them, the night swallows the rest in a tangle of heat, gasps, and the heady, consuming rush of oblivion.

~FIN

And now it's turning out to be the worst of my bad habits

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3