Weaver
So precious is this life, this gift,
this temporary blindness.
this temporary blindness.
She rolls her eyes slightly. ”How predictable,” she says with a groan, as if his answer is not impressive. ”And yet, entirely true, so I suppose you got me.” Perhaps she should have eliminated those two from the game instead, but in the end, it’s not like she cares all that much what he answers. He knows her better than most, particularly given that they are still relatively new friends.
Besides, as he agrees that he is lucky, his tone earnest, that flush still adorable, her heart melts just a little bit. She leans forward to kiss his cheek in response.
Though the conversation grows more serious as he tells her it makes her human. She scrunches her nose up in mild disgust at the notion, even if she knows it’s true. There’s nothing more for her to add though, because he’s right. She knows he’s right. It just doesn’t make her hate it any less.
He lightens the mood with his next comment, and she chuckles, turning her head to catch his lips full on briefly. Some comments come to mind, but she decides to leave them alone, thinking that she might be taking it too far if she opens her mouth.
Besides, there are better things to be doing with her mouth. He growls, and she loves the sound of him. Weaver tips her head back a bit, giving him better access as he kisses and nips his way down her neck. He breaks away though, and she lets out a slightly disappointed breath, even if he’s right. ”Do you mean did I wander into the Palace planning to rip your clothes off in the kitchen? No, I can’t say I came here with any such intentions. Though I would agree that we should not taint the place where baked goods are made.” Even she had some standards. He continues to kiss the other side of her neck now, and she runs her thumb over his ear, tightening her fingers in his hair. ”You are the one who lives here. What do you suggest?”
Besides, as he agrees that he is lucky, his tone earnest, that flush still adorable, her heart melts just a little bit. She leans forward to kiss his cheek in response.
Though the conversation grows more serious as he tells her it makes her human. She scrunches her nose up in mild disgust at the notion, even if she knows it’s true. There’s nothing more for her to add though, because he’s right. She knows he’s right. It just doesn’t make her hate it any less.
He lightens the mood with his next comment, and she chuckles, turning her head to catch his lips full on briefly. Some comments come to mind, but she decides to leave them alone, thinking that she might be taking it too far if she opens her mouth.
Besides, there are better things to be doing with her mouth. He growls, and she loves the sound of him. Weaver tips her head back a bit, giving him better access as he kisses and nips his way down her neck. He breaks away though, and she lets out a slightly disappointed breath, even if he’s right. ”Do you mean did I wander into the Palace planning to rip your clothes off in the kitchen? No, I can’t say I came here with any such intentions. Though I would agree that we should not taint the place where baked goods are made.” Even she had some standards. He continues to kiss the other side of her neck now, and she runs her thumb over his ear, tightening her fingers in his hair. ”You are the one who lives here. What do you suggest?”
Burn and drown and embrace the false dark,
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
