— we can hide in the cover of the storm
He lets her take that small amount of charge, separating where his body meets the curves of her own. She unbuttons his shirt, and he moves with her enough that she can remove it while he works to unbutton her dress, pulling her hair aside and over her shoulder further as calloused hands dance over the soft skin of her back. And once he’s managed to unbutton one of them, she’s tugging him closer.
And that’s certainly new.
It’s unexpected and has him veering a bit closer to her, letting her unbuckle the belt that traps him as he unbuttons the next two buttons of her dress. And when he’s done, he nudges it from her shoulders, away from the blood drying on her skin, and he gives her a fanged smirk for her efforts as the dress falls away. It doesn’t stop him whether she’s gotten the belt off yet, his uncut hand finds the back of her head, fingers curling in her hair and his lips find her neck again once more, drifting lower and lower as he guides her back until the back of her legs touch the bed.
And that’s certainly new.
It’s unexpected and has him veering a bit closer to her, letting her unbuckle the belt that traps him as he unbuttons the next two buttons of her dress. And when he’s done, he nudges it from her shoulders, away from the blood drying on her skin, and he gives her a fanged smirk for her efforts as the dress falls away. It doesn’t stop him whether she’s gotten the belt off yet, his uncut hand finds the back of her head, fingers curling in her hair and his lips find her neck again once more, drifting lower and lower as he guides her back until the back of her legs touch the bed.
you're the lightning, and I'll soon be gone —
SUNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
