DEIMOS
If they could persist and carry on for eternity in this state, in these statures, in the pieces and pockets of bliss, with nothing and no one to cease their rise and fall, then he’d take it, grasp it, hold it tight. But there were other needs, other wants, other things to attend to; the lightest chuckle roaming and coiling through his chest at the rumble of her stomach, at the choices made for them. He didn’t pull away for long, staying along the interval of her arms and hands, mouth brushing over lips, along brows, across her jaw while he untangled himself from sheets and blankets. His hands found her hips and gently lifted her from the bed, waiting for her legs to unfold, still scorching, still teasing, still taunting in his touch, billowing breath fanning along her cheeks until he was a ghost in the doorway – finding his boxers and pants along the way. He tilted his head in a mocking sort of challenge, a race down the stairs instead of ascension, only this time he had wings, feathers, and plumes too. “Food first,” he obliged and concurred, the slightest, infernal grin angling itself across his lips, before crossing beyond doors and over thresholds, using her past machinations against her – shifting, shifting, shifting, until he was eagle, plummeting and descending down the corridors.
You aren't afraid of throwing yourself
in the path of danger
but you're terrified of letting anyone in
