A warm meal and a quiet night

KIADA curl your hands into fists, and sharpen your nails. Her arms drape about his shoulders, pressing and fitting herself against him wherever she can. He’s all she can focus on, all she wants to focus on. Forget the tragedy that has struck and envelope herself in some form of happiness. And for once? For once she is happy, as she settles where he holds her, focusing on the taste and heat of him, the way he reacts to her as he guides her to lay her along the bed. Her back hits the furs, and she hums appreciatively to him, sprawling perhaps a bit quite catlike as she nearly shivers under the intensity of his matching gaze. But she remains, opening herself up for him to look and see, all the scars and everything along her porcelain skin. He fiddles with the braid and she reaches up to untie it, to let the dark hair fall free to give him room to run his hands wherever he wished. But he distracts her with his lips and she arches her back ever so slightly into him as his hand travels, and it’s only until he reaches the undershirt she still wears, as her own hands find the hem of his shirt, do things begin to shift. She wiggles out of her shirt, helps him out of his, and the growl she receives from him has her head tilting up a small amount, eyes half lidded as she smirks up at him and runs her nails along his skin, leaving small marks in their wake. His hand finds her breast then, and she arches her back to fill his hand more, to angle her head with the other hand that tangles in the dark hair, while her own tangles in his dark curls. A soft chime of a moan slips from her as his hips roll into hers, blocked and dissatisfying, but only making the wait all that much more tantalizing. One hand trails away from him as he begins to explore her skin with his lips, trying her best to keep her heartbeat from roaring in her ears as she finds her own pants, moving to slide them down and kick them off, before they find his hips again. The heat of the room paired with the heat of him has a light sheen to her skin, but she tries to press herself against him more and more, legs lifting to hook around him. the next time a man tells you to smile, show him bloodstained teeth.