WEAVER
she was beautiful
in the way a forest fire was beautiful
in the way a forest fire was beautiful
Though the fire in the hearth responds to her, her magic is not out of control. Oh, how it could be though, given the way the heat floods through her veins. She is alive with it, buzzing with the hum of a magic grown more powerful than she ever dreamed. She could burn within it, could light this room on fire and embrace the inferno that swirled around them. It sings within her, drives her forward, coaxes the fire he can feel within her, surges to meet him.
He withdraws, and the wave turns to a swell, a waiting thing that shifts with the tides of their evening. Those kisses to her thigh are hardly an apology, but promises and taunts all at once. Still, as his hands move to remove the belt, she is not sorry, lifting herself up slightly to look, because it is her turn to enjoy the full sight of him. He hovers above her, waiting for a choice she’s already made.
She sits forward, a hand on his chest, pushing him back against the other side of the couch, crawling out from underneath him to kiss her way down his chest. Her hands are on his hips, nails digging into the flesh around the bones there, as she kisses around him. The sleek trail of muscle, circling around to one thigh, to the base of him, before licking her way up to suck. Tip first, a tease, before the whole thing. If he got to enjoy her reactions, then she will take a moment to enjoy his. It seems unlikely that he will mind.
He withdraws, and the wave turns to a swell, a waiting thing that shifts with the tides of their evening. Those kisses to her thigh are hardly an apology, but promises and taunts all at once. Still, as his hands move to remove the belt, she is not sorry, lifting herself up slightly to look, because it is her turn to enjoy the full sight of him. He hovers above her, waiting for a choice she’s already made.
She sits forward, a hand on his chest, pushing him back against the other side of the couch, crawling out from underneath him to kiss her way down his chest. Her hands are on his hips, nails digging into the flesh around the bones there, as she kisses around him. The sleek trail of muscle, circling around to one thigh, to the base of him, before licking her way up to suck. Tip first, a tease, before the whole thing. If he got to enjoy her reactions, then she will take a moment to enjoy his. It seems unlikely that he will mind.
something to be admired from a distance
