Shattered Windows, Broken Locks

Ashe turned her gaze back over to Kalt at the sound of his voice, and she met his gaze with that ghost of a smirk still on her lips. It flickered however, and she glanced down and away once more. She had never cared before what people thought of her, of her life. "Since I realized that my decisions were hurting people," she said quietly, glancing down as something heavy settled in her rattling chest. She pulled in a deep breath and pressed her lips together, brows drawing together as she ran a splayed hand over the black silk. She glanced up again from where she lay as he moved over the bed, and her eyes briefly flickered across his back with a stutter in her heart - scars that matched hers - before he caught her gaze.    The look he gave her with his scoff coaxed a breath of a laugh from her, but her smile didn't quite make it to her face. She just watched him, and she allowed herself to absorb the moment: the candlelight flickering in eyes that already sparked with heat, the bearded smirk, the way his tattoo moved when he raised his brow, the way the muscles in his shoulders tensed and moved as he drew himself closer.    Ashe blinked rapidly as Kalt slid towards her. Play games. She had still been shaky with the tension of her night terror, but just then her eyes went a bit wider and she shivered outright. The amount of things that could be meant by that... She wasn't sure if it was fire or ice seeping into her veins. He drew her away from such thoughts as he went on, and she let out a weak breath with a brief roll of her eyes. They already had been training, though she hadn't known it. The thought of training like she'd had in Guild again though... She finally cracked a small smirk as Kalt drew the blanket over himself, and she narrowed her eyes at him. "You mean I could kick your ass again," she snipped quietly. She knew better - he'd knocked her on her ass as often, if not more, than she did him.    She didn't have reply for him as he moved his hand over her arm, calloused fingers drifting across her skin until he held her hip, and her breath wavered uncertainly. She managed a sharp glare at him however, wrinkling her nose at him.. but she would be the first to admit that had no concept of how to cook a half way decent meal. She didn't get a chance to fire back at Silver Wing whe his hand rose from her hip and up to her cheek and -    Her words died in her throat as he moved over her, leaning downwards until she could feel the heat of his skin. She couldn't look away from him if she wanted to as his thumb brushed over her mouth, her lips parting at the touch. Some part of her had alarm bells ringing, telling her to roll away from him, to run, to escape these feelings she didn't have any right to feel. But the only words she could form, the only ones dancing on the tip of her tongue... She remained wholly silent with her eyes on him. Her heart strained painfully, but then he was moving down.    Ashe breathed shallowly as his hands slid under the fabric of her shirt, and there was no stopping the immediate response of her hands curling into silk at the touch of his fingers over bare skin, her heart thundering powerfully in her chest. She had not been denied the touch of skin to skin in the last two years, she had certainly had it... but there was no one, not another soul, that understood what it meant. No one but him. Her throat tightened unexpectedly with a tremble in her lips, even as heat rippled from where he touched her. She stopped thinking, all that overthinking, and she focused on that touch, on the way he looked at her. So long - it had been so long.    Her hands had moved to rest over his arms, her grip feathering a touch tighter as his eyes roamed over her. Maybe we prove them right. Everything within her suddenly flared with fire, heat flushing her and coloring her chest, her cheeks, and her eyes widened on him. She inhaled a sharp breath as his head dipped down.    She felt his lips drag over her skin, and her fingertip pressed down into his arms as everything in her dissolved and flared at the same time. A thousand things and absolutely nothing flooded her thoughts all at once as sense seemed to abandon her - there was only Kalt and his mouth grazing the sensitive skin of her midriff. She didn't take her eyes off of him, and gods, she tried to stop it, tried to maintain herself, but her hips moved under him as her chest rose and fell deeply.    Wrong, this is wrong. Why was it wrong? There was no Master to catch them. No restrains other than her own deep sense of worthlessness. Her eyes fell shut briefly at his breath on her skin, a small sound very nearly escaping her at the brush of his beard that just barely tickled. "Kalt..." she murmured in a barely audible voice - and though his name was meant to come out as a warning, it tasted like a plea. Ashetta