MAEA
Considering what he'd told her of his illness, the drowning sensation in his lungs, Maea thought she could indeed hurt him quite badly without even meaning to. And for all that this man was a big, burly warrior on the outside, his soul was a broken, confused mess. One he'd handed her all the tools to wreck further, should she become careless with words and actions. But, at least the way his hands and mouth travel over her is steady, sure, and she hummed acknowledgment as she continued to let her hands travel from his face, down the neck and over the chest. The pale fingertips were feather light and inquisitive, tracing the lines of muscle and bone, exploring the strong neck, the scars and the inked patterns ingraved into the skin. For the one little kiss she pressed to his cheek Sunjata gave her three more, and Maea found it a fair trade; at least those felt safe. One of few things that did.
"Are you... okay?" she asked unsteadily, not quite trusting her own voice. She was a little worried by the breathless nature of his words. Feeling his breath on her ear, the voice so close made her shudder and in response her chin tilted up, exposing the slender neck, giving access to his whims.
Perhaps there would come a moment when one of them overstepped. No doubt it would, and that instant was approaching with every shaky breath... but for the moment all was good. It was madness, it was reckless and dangerous but... she couldn't bring her self to really care.
She kissed his mouth again to prove it to herself, to him. One little brush of lip on lip, then another, growing bolder once she discovered that he indeed wasn't breaking - not in the literal sense anyway. Feeling brazen, eager to taste more of him, she parted her lips and let the tip of her tongue touch his bottom lip. So soft, so full of flavors... her legs were growing decidedly weak where she stood, leaned over him.
"Are you... okay?" she asked unsteadily, not quite trusting her own voice. She was a little worried by the breathless nature of his words. Feeling his breath on her ear, the voice so close made her shudder and in response her chin tilted up, exposing the slender neck, giving access to his whims.
Perhaps there would come a moment when one of them overstepped. No doubt it would, and that instant was approaching with every shaky breath... but for the moment all was good. It was madness, it was reckless and dangerous but... she couldn't bring her self to really care.
She kissed his mouth again to prove it to herself, to him. One little brush of lip on lip, then another, growing bolder once she discovered that he indeed wasn't breaking - not in the literal sense anyway. Feeling brazen, eager to taste more of him, she parted her lips and let the tip of her tongue touch his bottom lip. So soft, so full of flavors... her legs were growing decidedly weak where she stood, leaned over him.
