You're so cold
but you feel alive
He was playing with her. She could feel it in the slow kisses trailing up her jaw, teasing the corner of her mouth - she tried to turn and catch his mouth but he was talking again. Apparently not as drunk on need as she was. Maea hummed as he finally stopped and kissed her again, quite disinterested in the notion of beds. Her first times had been on the night-cold sands of a beach with the ocean licking at their feet, on a pile of blankets on the floor of a cavern, with firelight to warm their sweat-slick skin. Compared to that, this frozen wasteland was only mildly inconvenient, as the shawl could not be allowed to slip off. What did she care about beds, when his tongue in her mouth and his hips grinding into hers was all she really needed to be comfortable?
It worried her more that he sounded so amused, that he seemed to be holding back. Distracted, even? It made her pause, even as his thumb tracing the line of her breast raised goosebumps along the skin, made the nipple contract into a stiff peak. Maea pulled her head back a little, lust-drunk eyes searching his to see if there was a problem, if something was wrong.
"Would you prefer that?" she asked, a trace of worry in her tone.
This time, this moment had been on her initiative, her choice of location, of time, but... perhaps he'd rather not continue? The idea of having to wait until they had cleaned the traps, trekked all the way back to the portal, then back from the Spire to the bar, where they then had to clean their game and clean up before finding a bed made her want to grit her teeth together and groan with impatience, but... if that was how he preferred it? She would not force him to linger here if he really wanted to leave.
Still, her hand tigthened in his hair, fingernails digging a little deeper into his ass as she made to return to the kissing. A little more demanding, plenty clear on her own preference. Now. Maea wanted him now.
It worried her more that he sounded so amused, that he seemed to be holding back. Distracted, even? It made her pause, even as his thumb tracing the line of her breast raised goosebumps along the skin, made the nipple contract into a stiff peak. Maea pulled her head back a little, lust-drunk eyes searching his to see if there was a problem, if something was wrong.
"Would you prefer that?" she asked, a trace of worry in her tone.
This time, this moment had been on her initiative, her choice of location, of time, but... perhaps he'd rather not continue? The idea of having to wait until they had cleaned the traps, trekked all the way back to the portal, then back from the Spire to the bar, where they then had to clean their game and clean up before finding a bed made her want to grit her teeth together and groan with impatience, but... if that was how he preferred it? She would not force him to linger here if he really wanted to leave.
Still, her hand tigthened in his hair, fingernails digging a little deeper into his ass as she made to return to the kissing. A little more demanding, plenty clear on her own preference. Now. Maea wanted him now.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
