dance for me

REXANNA

we were fire and water.
love laced with sin

This is love, is everything she could have imagined. Her mind caught up with nothing but Bastien, nothing but the man she whole-heartedly loves. It’s her undoing, in the end, and she manages to tangle her fingers into his hair, a smile full of adoration on her lips as he finishes with a shift of his hips that has a slightly surprised gasp leaving her. Oh, but she doesn’t mind, because her mind and thoughts are wrapped around him and everything about him, that she remains when he removes his hands from her hips – small marks left behind that she doesn’t feel.

He strokes her hair and she rubs her thumb along the stubble of his strong jawline, leaning down to press her forehead against his before she presses a kiss to the bridge of his nose and slides off him to snuggle up close to him – an arm wrapped around his chest to pull him close. “I love you Bastien. I’m glad you picked me.” She says, a hint of a teasing tone in her voice as she taps his shoulder. In reality, there had never really been a choice for her. It was him, or it wasn’t.

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