don't you know i'm no good for you?
The shawl keeps them both warm, keeps them hidden from the outside elements and world for the most part. In here it’s just them, the two of them whispering sweet nothings and marking and embracing and taking. He hums beneath her trailing touch, the way she pushes against him and adjusts her hips. His hands move from her back to trail along her hips, and when he looks upon her he can’t help the smirk that grows along his face at the way she seems so warm, vibrant, strong atop him.
But she leans in and kisses him again, a devouring sort of feeling that when she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down with her, he’s powerless to stop her. A growl leaves him as he braces himself above her in the not cold snow, and he situates himself between her legs to not squish her, lips finding hers (as if they’d left) and deepening the kiss, shrouded in the darkness and warmth of the shawl. One hand moves to run along the outside of her thigh, the other braces himself near her head.
But she leans in and kisses him again, a devouring sort of feeling that when she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down with her, he’s powerless to stop her. A growl leaves him as he braces himself above her in the not cold snow, and he situates himself between her legs to not squish her, lips finding hers (as if they’d left) and deepening the kiss, shrouded in the darkness and warmth of the shawl. One hand moves to run along the outside of her thigh, the other braces himself near her head.
i've learned to lose, you can't afford to
SUNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
