AmaLIa
shield of safrin
There is a moment of conflict and uncertainty, but it passes without causing any more ripples than those formed by bodies shifting in the water. And in its place, contentment, peace. He melts beneath the pressure of her palms, succumbing to her ministrations; encouraged, she only increases the force, letting the sinew and musculature guide her, trying to react to his pleasure, to incite more purring and arching of his back.
His ivory ears are met with her own, smaller and spotted but similarly curved. A dappling of silver-lilac scales follows, pattered on her arms, her back, her neck, each one matching the ring she gave him, the armor of her heart he will always carry.
Hands rise back up to his shoulders, fingers pressing above his scapulae, into the musculature and up, over, running down his biceps, her chest pressing forward against his skin. When she kisses his neck there are fangs in her mouth, the gentlest of love bites until they are not. Pressing her lips over the smooth skin Amalia sucks, hard, intending to leave a blooming bruise, intending to mark him thoroughly as hers.
His ivory ears are met with her own, smaller and spotted but similarly curved. A dappling of silver-lilac scales follows, pattered on her arms, her back, her neck, each one matching the ring she gave him, the armor of her heart he will always carry.
Hands rise back up to his shoulders, fingers pressing above his scapulae, into the musculature and up, over, running down his biceps, her chest pressing forward against his skin. When she kisses his neck there are fangs in her mouth, the gentlest of love bites until they are not. Pressing her lips over the smooth skin Amalia sucks, hard, intending to leave a blooming bruise, intending to mark him thoroughly as hers.
you can't choose what stays
and what fades away
and what fades away
