You're so cold
but you feel alive
She tried to do as he told her. Tried to melt like she had before and just follow along, but it was harder like this. Her body was not accustomed to these movements, they weren't automatic and instinctual as before. Now she knew what high they were chasing, and like the novice she was, Maea was too impatient. Tried to do too much, move too fast, trembling and aching as she moved. Quickly she began to feel the strain of her knees, her back, and while he helped her, while it still felt good, it just wasn't... great.
But he liked it. She heard it in his voice, in his ragged breathing, in the way his face burrowed in against her neck. His body trembled, and she realized that he was holding back. Suddenly understood that the storm she thought herself swept up in before had only been a summer shudder, gentle and caring. But that... was not what she wanted. Not here, not now; she wanted to know what he was really like, what it truly meant to be with the Flood.
"Take me," she whispered to him, an offer extended in a hoarse breath into his ear. It was a surrender, unconditional permission to do with her as he liked. Whatever he wanted. To let go, unleash himself, and sweep her away. "I want you... All of you..."
But he liked it. She heard it in his voice, in his ragged breathing, in the way his face burrowed in against her neck. His body trembled, and she realized that he was holding back. Suddenly understood that the storm she thought herself swept up in before had only been a summer shudder, gentle and caring. But that... was not what she wanted. Not here, not now; she wanted to know what he was really like, what it truly meant to be with the Flood.
"Take me," she whispered to him, an offer extended in a hoarse breath into his ear. It was a surrender, unconditional permission to do with her as he liked. Whatever he wanted. To let go, unleash himself, and sweep her away. "I want you... All of you..."
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
