KIADA
burn it into my collar, hollowed onto your wrist
Kiada, always an opportunistic person, would never turn down a bath – not immediately, anyway. Not while the water’s hot and they’ve had such a long day. So to her it’s no surprise that she’d metaphorically dive right into it, before anything else. And it’s no surprise that she’d see the devilish grin that crosses his face and matches one along her own – having an idea, even if it wasn’t the one he thought.
It’s still fun, though.
Especially as she sheds her shirt and tosses it to the floor in some small heap – leaning back against the tub a bit more fully as she watches him shed his own shirt. And she drinks in the view as well, lips quirking into a bit more of a smirk as her soft yet vibrant gaze shadows slightly on his approach. A sultriness comes over her as she leans into him as his hands meet her hips, pressing her torso against his but just a breath away, to brush her skin lightly against his own.
Her hands rise to his neck, to his hair as he lowers himself toward her, still not giving into that lost kiss from earlier much to her displeasure – but instead a deep rumble of a question that has her pressing into those hands at her hips, a slightly playful wiggle that seems to suggest she does. Her hands tangle in his hair then, fingernails raking gently through his dark curls as she tilts her head up a small amount, lips brushing by his own as a honey-dripped smirk crosses her face once more. “I certainly won’t deny you the opportunity to help.” She hums with a knowing look sent his way, her hands lowering to match his with the belt and waistband of his own pants, dipping her fingers beneath to run across his skin.
Then, those hands drift to the front of him, as she seeks out a kiss to his lips – a teasingly quick one as she works at the clothing that hides him away from her just as her own hides her from him, that wicked smirk returning to her face with the attempt.
It’s still fun, though.
Especially as she sheds her shirt and tosses it to the floor in some small heap – leaning back against the tub a bit more fully as she watches him shed his own shirt. And she drinks in the view as well, lips quirking into a bit more of a smirk as her soft yet vibrant gaze shadows slightly on his approach. A sultriness comes over her as she leans into him as his hands meet her hips, pressing her torso against his but just a breath away, to brush her skin lightly against his own.
Her hands rise to his neck, to his hair as he lowers himself toward her, still not giving into that lost kiss from earlier much to her displeasure – but instead a deep rumble of a question that has her pressing into those hands at her hips, a slightly playful wiggle that seems to suggest she does. Her hands tangle in his hair then, fingernails raking gently through his dark curls as she tilts her head up a small amount, lips brushing by his own as a honey-dripped smirk crosses her face once more. “I certainly won’t deny you the opportunity to help.” She hums with a knowing look sent his way, her hands lowering to match his with the belt and waistband of his own pants, dipping her fingers beneath to run across his skin.
Then, those hands drift to the front of him, as she seeks out a kiss to his lips – a teasingly quick one as she works at the clothing that hides him away from her just as her own hides her from him, that wicked smirk returning to her face with the attempt.
heaven knows i don't follow, but i believe in this
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
