dance for me

REXANNA

we were fire and water.
love laced with sin

He is her puzzle piece, her small stature fitting perfectly against his taller one, and she had absolutely no complaints with it. But he explores her while she pulls him close, and she can’t help the smirk that crosses her face at his admission, feeling what she’s seeking with a low hum of approval. But she almost protests when he mentions the bedroom, wanting to have him here and now rather than to wait after having lost the sensation for so long. But he offers to lift her, to hold her there, and she obliges without so much as a small nod of agreement – lips finding his as her thighs lift to wrap around him and hold tight, locking her arms behind his neck.

As his kisses drift, her head lifts slightly, suddenly wondering what kind of feeling came from an Ascended biting another Ascended, and wondering if perhaps that might be something to try out later after they’ve properly done things the ‘old fashioned way’. She wasn’t going to complain either way, if she’s being honest. Instead, she’s a puppet, melting into his hands as they reach the door and before he can open it, she’s pressed against it. His lips finding hers like a hungry wolf, and she hums softly into the kiss as she seeks to devour him.

But she breaks away from it, breathless despite not needing air (old habits and all that), giving him something akin to a flushed look. “Are you punishing me by making me wait for this?” She hums with a raised brow, lustful eyes seeking his own out as she presses her hips into his – asking, wishing, wanting, begging. She wonders if the dress that Remi has made her holds up to the claim of being easily torn off, silently hoping Bastien tries it out.

and whenever we happened to touch,
smoke rose from our skin.