SHIELD
we watched the night under moonlight mixed in ocean air
the salty breeze tickled our necks
and we counted galaxies forgetting boundaries,
imagined reaching for them,
like for each other
She lands her assault with dextrous finesse, swift and supple, her onslaught unyielding, hands raking wickedly down muscle and cloth. The mirth of it is invigorating, infectious, and she basks in the delicious warmth of mischief without any fear of reproach. Like war paint her handprints mark his skin, wild and possessive, the whorls and swirls of her. "Gotcha," she exhales, a rapturous note, her face upturned and flush with success beneath its coating of mud.
And then the world flips upside down- literally, in fact. Amalia gasps a choked half-squeal as hands catch her right around the waist, flipping her over the behemoth's shoulder with the same ease he might use on a sack of flour. "Hey!" Indignation is tempered and betrayed by laughter as her bare legs kick playfully upon his chest, otter fur now covering them protectively. Without much thought to the viability of the plan she attempts to lift his shirt with her toes, hoping to smear more mud on his abdomen, utterly childish in her retaliation.
And then the world flips upside down- literally, in fact. Amalia gasps a choked half-squeal as hands catch her right around the waist, flipping her over the behemoth's shoulder with the same ease he might use on a sack of flour. "Hey!" Indignation is tempered and betrayed by laughter as her bare legs kick playfully upon his chest, otter fur now covering them protectively. Without much thought to the viability of the plan she attempts to lift his shirt with her toes, hoping to smear more mud on his abdomen, utterly childish in her retaliation.
SWORD
the stars lined our heartbeats,
and we fell
so much harder,
than we ever had
before
