You're so cold
but you feel alive
Caught, like the wild creatures they had set to snare. Oh, she had no doubt Sunjata could free himself if he wanted to, if the need arose. And her knots were not the self-constricting ones, so he could tug on them all he wanted without getting hurt. Leaning back a little to look at him and consider the situation, Maea let her eyes trail over him. Bundled up in layers and furs, that beautiful bronzed skin was nowhere in sight, and his tattoos and scars had been hidden from her along with it.
"Mmh, I'm sure I can think of something," she told him with a gleam in her eyes. There was a flash of pink as she licked the lip he'd bit at, the sensation still lingering while her blood hummed with the heat of the kiss. His shifting hips found a response in her throat, a soft sound halfway between sigh and hum.
Clever fingers began to undo buttons and straps on his clothing with slow deliberate movements. Maea kept hovering over him, close enough that be might be able to reach her for a kiss, but just a breath away from actually closing the space between them again.
"Question is... are you going to stay like that? Because if you do, I might have to take some liberties with you..." she said, and slipped a hand up beneath his shirt; her fingers were cool and feather light as they brushed over the hard lines of his stomach.
"Mmh, I'm sure I can think of something," she told him with a gleam in her eyes. There was a flash of pink as she licked the lip he'd bit at, the sensation still lingering while her blood hummed with the heat of the kiss. His shifting hips found a response in her throat, a soft sound halfway between sigh and hum.
Clever fingers began to undo buttons and straps on his clothing with slow deliberate movements. Maea kept hovering over him, close enough that be might be able to reach her for a kiss, but just a breath away from actually closing the space between them again.
"Question is... are you going to stay like that? Because if you do, I might have to take some liberties with you..." she said, and slipped a hand up beneath his shirt; her fingers were cool and feather light as they brushed over the hard lines of his stomach.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
