You're so cold
but you feel alive
Maea could not forget. It was the lone cloud looming on her horizon as he pulled her in close. Wrapped his arms around her. And for all that she felt like coming home in that moment, it was a house where the windows had been left open and the door stood ajar. Plenty of room inside, but not private. Not hers alone.
But maybe wanting it all to herself just made her greedy.
She slipped her arms around his neck and let her head lean in towards his, his cheek stubbly and unshaven against hers. The scent of salt and water was overpowering out here, nearly washing away the hint of smoke and drink that had been so apparent before. His jaw moved when he spoke, and Maea hummed in agreement. Peace was nice. Peace was preferable to arguments and tension. In truth, she really didn't want to be away from him at all, it was just... made difficult when she felt so many things that he did not.
"Really?" she said, and couldn't help the little smile from touching her lips, from lightening her voice. "Why, when?"
But maybe wanting it all to herself just made her greedy.
She slipped her arms around his neck and let her head lean in towards his, his cheek stubbly and unshaven against hers. The scent of salt and water was overpowering out here, nearly washing away the hint of smoke and drink that had been so apparent before. His jaw moved when he spoke, and Maea hummed in agreement. Peace was nice. Peace was preferable to arguments and tension. In truth, she really didn't want to be away from him at all, it was just... made difficult when she felt so many things that he did not.
"Really?" she said, and couldn't help the little smile from touching her lips, from lightening her voice. "Why, when?"
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
