HARPER
There's no way for him to glean her thoughts, especially so occupied with the way she melts into his embrace. If he could, he would tell her so many things. That I will touch you gently for as long as you will let me, that you are deserving of the best and softest things this world has to offer, that you need not be the blazing star I know you are in this quiet moment where there is only the two of us. But he has no way to say these things, unaware of her sorrows, and instead he simply holds her there. Still kissing slowly. Untroubled by the passing of time or the simplicity of the motions they keep. What is there to rush?
Harper is far from shamed to be sensitive or vocal, but the way she shudders and whines in response makes his knees feel weak. Were it not for the strength he must keep to shelter her safely in his grasp, he would surely fall to his knees to worship her in the way she so deserves.
Sharp teeth pluck at his lip and he groans anew, her ferocity and surety adding to the blaze that overtakes his veins. It's a slow, controlled burn. One that still turns him to ash in her embrace, but one he staunchly ignores. So he lifts his hands away from temptation, one cradling the nape of her neck and the other brushing a thumb gently across her cheekbone in swaying motions. Ready as always for her to decide. If she wants to pull away and send him off, he'll do so. If she would prefer to resume their dance and forget this ever happened, he will abide. It's hard to think past what he's willing to do for her in that moment.
Harper is far from shamed to be sensitive or vocal, but the way she shudders and whines in response makes his knees feel weak. Were it not for the strength he must keep to shelter her safely in his grasp, he would surely fall to his knees to worship her in the way she so deserves.
Sharp teeth pluck at his lip and he groans anew, her ferocity and surety adding to the blaze that overtakes his veins. It's a slow, controlled burn. One that still turns him to ash in her embrace, but one he staunchly ignores. So he lifts his hands away from temptation, one cradling the nape of her neck and the other brushing a thumb gently across her cheekbone in swaying motions. Ready as always for her to decide. If she wants to pull away and send him off, he'll do so. If she would prefer to resume their dance and forget this ever happened, he will abide. It's hard to think past what he's willing to do for her in that moment.
this is your ocean, an ocean of night
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
