You're so cold
but you feel alive
Well, that settled that question. It intrigued her that he was more interested in the marks - his marks - than her exposed assets. Maea's eyes followed Sunjata as he moved about the cave, managing the fire, the blankets, their clothes. Never too far away, eagerly melting into his arms when he reached for her. There was something... quietly wonderful about seeing him like this. So at ease, doing ordinary things. Homely things.
This was a dream, wasn't it? A cruel illusion of a happy ending bound to shatter come morning, come sunlight. There was a slight lump in her throat as she slipped in beneath the blankets, let the shawl come to rest in a neatly folded pile. He joined her, draped the warm folds of cloth drape around them, and Maea cuddled up to his side, her head coming to rest on his shoulder.
"Mmhm, a bit," she replied. Fighting the butterflies in her stomach at this new experience, the quiet, simple enjoyment of being there in his bed, by his side.
"Not as bad as I thought I might be, though. You didn't hurt me." Pressing a kiss to his skin, to the feathers lined over the shoulder, she wanted to ease the concern in his eyes. Assure him that it was quite the opposite.
This was a dream, wasn't it? A cruel illusion of a happy ending bound to shatter come morning, come sunlight. There was a slight lump in her throat as she slipped in beneath the blankets, let the shawl come to rest in a neatly folded pile. He joined her, draped the warm folds of cloth drape around them, and Maea cuddled up to his side, her head coming to rest on his shoulder.
"Mmhm, a bit," she replied. Fighting the butterflies in her stomach at this new experience, the quiet, simple enjoyment of being there in his bed, by his side.
"Not as bad as I thought I might be, though. You didn't hurt me." Pressing a kiss to his skin, to the feathers lined over the shoulder, she wanted to ease the concern in his eyes. Assure him that it was quite the opposite.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
