You're so cold
but you feel alive
Problem was, it was so very easy to get sidetracked. By claws drawing patterns on her skin, by fingers digging into her hair, by something hot and hard pressing up against her as she ground her hips to his. It was quite distracting, so much to keep track of. So many things to react to, that her hands almost stopped moving.
Almost. But there was one thing she was desperately curious about. So Maea shifted herself a little, angled herself off to the side while remaining on top of him, and the hand that stroked his chest began to move downwards, lowering over his stomach, across vicious scars on a hip... and she paused, letting fingers circle there, lingering. Pale eyes looked up to him, searching for his gaze. Asking permission, the way he had, before daring to move her hand in on him, to where it wanted to go.
Almost. But there was one thing she was desperately curious about. So Maea shifted herself a little, angled herself off to the side while remaining on top of him, and the hand that stroked his chest began to move downwards, lowering over his stomach, across vicious scars on a hip... and she paused, letting fingers circle there, lingering. Pale eyes looked up to him, searching for his gaze. Asking permission, the way he had, before daring to move her hand in on him, to where it wanted to go.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
