It's a feeling we always chase

SUNJATA

the flood

anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself

He ignites her, and she ignites that slow burn within him too – in the way she arches against him, offers more of her neck to him, the soft whimpering, and the way her hand trails down his spine. And when she arches against him again, he lifts his head to watch her face and the way she gives another whimper to him with the answer he seeks. And that smirk crosses his face again, the thumb hooked into her clothes pulling down slightly before he presses his hips against hers in another temptation, another tease of a sort, showing her just how much he wants her too.

But he nears her head again, pressing a kiss to the shell of her ear. “I want you too.” He tells her quietly, voice rough and eyes already smoldering silver when he pulls away to press his lips against hers again, his other hand lifting to the underclothes that cover her chest from him, trailing his fingernails along her side until he reaches it and slips under to palm at her breast. Breath hitching ever so slightly with the feeling as he begins to grow more possessive, more demanding in his kiss – though a part of it still remains somewhat tentative.

and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell