You're so cold
but you feel alive
The kiss on her forehead made her smile. Actually blush a little. It seemed she had not become immune to those small little things, even after this thorough delve into intimacy. Maybe because it was so very easy to confuse the softness for something she desperately wanted, but didn't quite dare to believe in.
It was a comfortable silence that settled over them. The fire was burning low in the pit, and the cave was sinking into deeper shadows. Beyond the cavern opening, the night had darkened, the moon about to disappear again as the hour grew late. Maea felt drowsy as the fire in her was banked and replaced by sore muscles, ache and the content buzz of happiness through her veins. Only Sunjata's voice broke the stillness, and only barely; a gentle squeeze following to make sure she was comfortable.
She smiled, small and sweet, pressing her lips to his shoulder. "Very. Are you?" The bruises did not hurt, at least not yet. The extent of the coloration on her white skin would only be noticable come daylight, but even if she wound up black and blue from his kisses, she would not complain. Wasn't even sure she would bother to hide them away; they were his, after all. Why should she be ashamed of showing them off?
It was a comfortable silence that settled over them. The fire was burning low in the pit, and the cave was sinking into deeper shadows. Beyond the cavern opening, the night had darkened, the moon about to disappear again as the hour grew late. Maea felt drowsy as the fire in her was banked and replaced by sore muscles, ache and the content buzz of happiness through her veins. Only Sunjata's voice broke the stillness, and only barely; a gentle squeeze following to make sure she was comfortable.
She smiled, small and sweet, pressing her lips to his shoulder. "Very. Are you?" The bruises did not hurt, at least not yet. The extent of the coloration on her white skin would only be noticable come daylight, but even if she wound up black and blue from his kisses, she would not complain. Wasn't even sure she would bother to hide them away; they were his, after all. Why should she be ashamed of showing them off?
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
