i hate dreaming of being alone

AmaLIa

shield of safrin

She hears the water start behind her, the bath all but forgotten in her fervor. Unimpressed, disinterested in that particular siren call for now, she instead continues to concentrate on his waistband, on removing the last vestige of clothing from his body. Losing control? he teases silently, and she growls her response: "I want you." She has never been the patient sort, the one to wait and tease and torture. That has always been his purview.

And oh, how he rises to the occasion. While she struggles and seeks he takes his time, drawing back, languid, teasing and tantalizing with soft, dulcet lips. It earns another growl from the Shield whose arms rise up to his neck once more, greedy as she pulls him closer, her leg hitching now upon his hip.

So intent is the leopardess on capturing her prey that she doesn't notice the assault from behind. A squeak of surprise leaves her lips, her face finally pulling away as the water washes down her back. Eyes widen in momentary shock before narrowing back down, mischief met with mischief as her shirt and back are soaked.

"Humph," the Shield exhales dramatically, wriggling out of his grasp. "If you didn't want to make out you could have said." Turning her back to him, she begins to very pointedly pull her shirt up over her head, planning to leave the wet garment on the floor.

you can't choose what stays
and what fades away