Wrap your teeth around the pavement

M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." Well, she trusted him all the same. So there. Deal with it. Prove her a naive fool, or live up to the faith given, it was all up to him now. His move. Maea's was a simple one, and she relished the softness of his mouth, the hand that reached back to cup her neck and tangle fingers into her hair. Ah, she loved it when he did that. Shifting closer to give that hand more room to access her neck, arching slightly into the touch, Maea smiled against his mouth at the nips, the teasing tongue. Parting her lips, she invited him inside and sent her own pink tongue to meet his, sighing into the taste of his breath. Smoke, drink, water - it was all there, all him. One of her hands reached up around his neck, fingernails raking gently across the tanned skin and into his dark hair. She was soft in his arms, warm and relaxed; perhaps it was the alcohol that stole away her tension, perhaps something else. It was not important.