no vacancy

You're so cold

but you feel alive

It was so easy to let go. So nice to just give in and give up, surrender everything and leave it in his hands. They were broad and steady after all, very capable when he wanted them to be, and she trusted him. A little too blindly, a bit too much, because he'd singed her once before, and she would never, could never forget that. But Maea was ever the believer in second chances, and here they were now. For him, she might even offer thirds, or more. As long as he was willing to try, to keep working on this, on them, on... whatever it was that made them burn whenever they came close to each other.

She called it love. He called it a cage. But... neither of them were using words to speak tonight, and in the simple language of body on body, heart to heart, it was very easy to understand that whatever they called it, it was real.

So when his mouth caught hers and he drove them towards that edge, Maea let go and let her fall. Kissed him deeply, devouring. Clinging to him like he was her entire world, hands in his hair and legs holding him close, she shuddered and moaned, shattered and broke in his arms, around him. Hoping his strong arms would be enough to hold the pieces together.

His name was on her lips as she was swept away, and it might as well have been a prayer, an omen, a prophecy.

I am yours, and you are mine.

lay your hands on me

one last time

MAEA