no vacancy

You're so cold

but you feel alive

There was no end to her amazement at how quickly their touches had gone from tentative and searching to this. So comfortable and easy, as if this was how it had been meant to be from the start. The way he navigated her onto her back with that simple, lingering kiss was so confident, so sure as if he already knew she would follow him, give in and let him push her down. Of course she did, stomach thrilling as he came to hover over her for a moment... but how did he know, when even she did not?  

Perhaps, he just read it on her face, she mused, as he moved away and handed her the discarded clothes. Maea's eyes lingered on his body while they dressed, the damp cloth cold and uncomfortable against her skin now. Just sitting up made her grit her teeth in discomfort... but again, with the pain came the thrill of pleasure, echoing the reminder of why she was sore. What they had just done.

It felt unreal, even as Sunjata came to lift her up. Maea draped her arms about his shoulders, shifting as best she could so his grip on her back and knees would be as easy as possible.

"I won't let go," she promised, bracing herself a little to be lifted. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you," she added, seeing the smirk about his lips. Not sure if she ought to scowl at him, or smile back. The girl settled for pinching his shoulder a little, gentle but teasing.

lay your hands on me

one last time

MAEA