You're so cold
but you feel alive
She didn't really want to separate from him, or move at all. But even in the midst of that blissful, sweet nothing, Maea recognized that it would be very difficult to breathe if he collapsed onto her now. So she rolled with him as he shifted onto his side, kept herself glued to his chest and caring not at all that she was too hot, still sweating, hair a tousled mess of saltlock curls. She was sure she'd only be able to keep breathing if she stayed connected to Sunjata, so that's what the girl did.
And slowly, so very slowly, the raging pyre within her subsided. Burned down to a simmer, a glow, banked and settled in for the night... but ready to be kindled again at a moments notice. The hunger was still there, if sated for the moment.
Would she ever get enough of him?
Sighing contentedly, she settled her head on his shoulder. Let her knees move away from his hips to tangle with his long legs, shifting around until she found the best, most comfortable spot.
She felt like she could die now. Complete. Content. If Maea went to Mort right now, she'd have no regrets - beyond maybe leaving behind a man who might possibly miss her, just a little.
It was a good thing she had an ear in with death's Herold.
And slowly, so very slowly, the raging pyre within her subsided. Burned down to a simmer, a glow, banked and settled in for the night... but ready to be kindled again at a moments notice. The hunger was still there, if sated for the moment.
Would she ever get enough of him?
Sighing contentedly, she settled her head on his shoulder. Let her knees move away from his hips to tangle with his long legs, shifting around until she found the best, most comfortable spot.
She felt like she could die now. Complete. Content. If Maea went to Mort right now, she'd have no regrets - beyond maybe leaving behind a man who might possibly miss her, just a little.
It was a good thing she had an ear in with death's Herold.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
