You're so cold
but you feel alive
Did she? Yes and no. No and yes. It's not really a fair question, because he knew how she felt and what she really wanted, and yet here they were regardless. But taking it all back and blame it on him wasn't fair either, and would be a lie - she had been very willing, eager even. If this had a relationship status, it would be stamped with a big 'it's complicated' and that would only be half of it.
But he asks, and she has to answer. It's just so hard to be honest when he is pulling her in, settling them down, nuzzling her neck and stroking her body like she's a treasure to be admired. Especially when goosebumps turn to shivers, and that smoldering pile of embers inside her begin to glow, stirred back to life by his hands.
"... no... not tonight." An echo of her own thoughts, brought the truth to life. But she said it with her lips against his shoulder, half muffled as she brushed her mouth across an inked feather. Maybe he didn't actually hear it. Or pick up on the slight reservation, the little thorn of fear of what changes tomorrow might bring.
But he usually heard her. And he would know why she might hesitate.
But he asks, and she has to answer. It's just so hard to be honest when he is pulling her in, settling them down, nuzzling her neck and stroking her body like she's a treasure to be admired. Especially when goosebumps turn to shivers, and that smoldering pile of embers inside her begin to glow, stirred back to life by his hands.
"... no... not tonight." An echo of her own thoughts, brought the truth to life. But she said it with her lips against his shoulder, half muffled as she brushed her mouth across an inked feather. Maybe he didn't actually hear it. Or pick up on the slight reservation, the little thorn of fear of what changes tomorrow might bring.
But he usually heard her. And he would know why she might hesitate.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
