Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Was he laughing at her? Here she was, serious enough to cry bloody tears of remorse if he asked it of her, and when she asked politely - like she should have that day too - it was met with amusement? A smirk?
"Rogue," she mumbled accusingly. But then his hand trailed down from her hair to her hip, and his arms tightened around her, and any fit of peeve was drawn from her by the lazy circles drawn over her skin.
Maea breathed out a slow sigh, that wasn't entirely steady, and leaned in. Brushing her nose to his, softly, before her mouth found his. Her lips ghosted over his, touch featherlight at first. Hesitant, searching.. aching with want, but still careful. The opposite of that other time. Ready to ease off at the slightest hint of reluctance on his part.
"Rogue," she mumbled accusingly. But then his hand trailed down from her hair to her hip, and his arms tightened around her, and any fit of peeve was drawn from her by the lazy circles drawn over her skin.
Maea breathed out a slow sigh, that wasn't entirely steady, and leaned in. Brushing her nose to his, softly, before her mouth found his. Her lips ghosted over his, touch featherlight at first. Hesitant, searching.. aching with want, but still careful. The opposite of that other time. Ready to ease off at the slightest hint of reluctance on his part.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
