i hate dreaming of being alone

AmaLIa

shield of safrin

They sit in silent limbo, the girl captured and glad to be so, the man beneath her with sky in his eyes. She has nothing to contribute that hasn't been said, that isn't already communicated clearly by the hands on his shoulders and the way he fits between her thighs, their bodies effortlessly coming together in rest as well as passion.

For once it is he who breaks the silence, first with touch and then with words. An anthem, a tattoo, a hymn in which the girl rejoices, succumbing to his every kiss and giving back in kind. "Love you more," is the playful challenge, hummed against his mouth.

Only when she's once again had something far from her fill does she pull away again, this time intending to stand and offering her hand that he might come along. Otter fur dances over her skin, rippling across her body and leaving her nearly dry. "Dinner?"

you can't choose what stays
and what fades away

DEIMOS

He narrowed his eyes very briefly at her challenge, at the further goading, if they are to start some wild provocations over which one was more devoted – or if it mattered at all. So he wisely didn’t proceed any further – just exuded in the silence that followed, in the strokes and caresses and molten, infernal lips. He knew very well how fortunate he was, and intended to keep it that way, cherishing and loving, despite whatever barbs, nettles, and thorns they found along the way.

She rose and drew away, and he followed thereafter, water incantations ensuring no towel necessary, wicked away from skin and hair. He snorted when she’d nearly done the same with otter skin, taking her hand as he wandered out of the tub. “Dinner.” The promise of more, and then everything else thereafter, was a beckoning, summoning, drumming thing, continuing on in their sanctuary.

{-FIN}

i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky