Weaver
So precious is this life, this gift,
this temporary blindness.
this temporary blindness.
She continues to give him a look. ”You know you are not so bad,” she says, a bit of a teasing lilt, though something serious in it as well. ”Besides, you stick around me as well, which is perhaps equally confounding.” Arguably, they are not so different at the core of them. The details were vastly different, the packaging and wrapping, the bow on top. But inside, she thought perhaps they understood each other.
His next point she doesn’t argue, only hums a slight agreement. She’ll give in to that. Instead the topic drifts to Korbin, to being young and angry. ”That was such a very short phase of my life, I admit, it is hard to completely understand.” She was also older than Korbin by a substantial amount, and still a reasonable amount older than Loren (though she was pretty sure he was old enough this didn’t count as cradle robbing...maybe someday she should ask).
His hands slip up her shirt, and she arches beneath his touch, lips on his, tongue exploring. Something like a purr rumbles in him, and she grins through the kiss slightly, leaning back and pulling him with her, making room for him to slip between her legs or come to the side. Either was fine, so long as she got to tangle herself against him.
His next point she doesn’t argue, only hums a slight agreement. She’ll give in to that. Instead the topic drifts to Korbin, to being young and angry. ”That was such a very short phase of my life, I admit, it is hard to completely understand.” She was also older than Korbin by a substantial amount, and still a reasonable amount older than Loren (though she was pretty sure he was old enough this didn’t count as cradle robbing...maybe someday she should ask).
His hands slip up her shirt, and she arches beneath his touch, lips on his, tongue exploring. Something like a purr rumbles in him, and she grins through the kiss slightly, leaning back and pulling him with her, making room for him to slip between her legs or come to the side. Either was fine, so long as she got to tangle herself against him.
Burn and drown and embrace the false dark,
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
