You're so cold
but you feel alive
She didn't need an answer. Knew his reasons, if perhaps not all of his fears, and felt the fool for daring to hope anything might have changed. She tried to smother the burning ache in her chest by pressing it closer to his, hoping that perhaps the beat of his heart might make hers a little steadier, a little less easy to break.
He helped, knowlingly or not, by burying his face against her neck, littering kisses like rain over her bruised and tingling skin, and the ache grew a little sweeter, a little less difficult to endure.
Maea moved with the guidance of his hands, brought her knee over him and thrilled to find herself pressed flush against him, straddling and close; her hands reached up for his hair, their favorite place to be, and she rose with them. Pressing herself into him, sliding herself up against his chest as she searched for his mouth, needing to taste him again. To reassure herself that it was still night, the moon was still shining outside and she... she was still dreaming.
They could worry about tomorrow when it came.
He helped, knowlingly or not, by burying his face against her neck, littering kisses like rain over her bruised and tingling skin, and the ache grew a little sweeter, a little less difficult to endure.
Maea moved with the guidance of his hands, brought her knee over him and thrilled to find herself pressed flush against him, straddling and close; her hands reached up for his hair, their favorite place to be, and she rose with them. Pressing herself into him, sliding herself up against his chest as she searched for his mouth, needing to taste him again. To reassure herself that it was still night, the moon was still shining outside and she... she was still dreaming.
They could worry about tomorrow when it came.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
