i hate dreaming of being alone

AmaLIa

shield of safrin

He gives with his characteristic generous abandon, and she takes with all the fervor of a wildfire, happy to burn them both if it means she can have him now. Backed to the rim of the tub, she shivers against the cold of the porcelain, tantalized by the contrast of it against the heat of his body, his mouth. Hands find purchase in his hair, clinging and cupping with gentle ferocity; she wants to adore him, to consume him alive.

The separation of lips is met with a mewl of protest, her head falling back as he continues to travel with fingers and teeth down her delicate form. Her shoulders, her breasts, her ribs- each stop earns him another whimper, her grip on his hair tightening appreciatively. She bucks her hips, her desires clear, feeling his length against her pelvis and wishing it was somewhere else.

She knows he knows he's tormenting her, and the aggravation only heightens her anticipation, her need. When the water rises around them the Shield hardly registers: they may now be shielded against the world, but she was already alone in a world with him. "Daaaaaaae"- she moans into the steam, his name simultaneously abbreviated and drawn out. "You're so mean"

And she loves every minute.

you can't choose what stays
and what fades away