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.
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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.
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i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
