my bones are caving in

KIADA i wish that i could say, i am a light that never goes out. Oh, she does land her marking bites in a space easy to hide and yet easy to show — after all, attention was attention at the end of the day and she's sure he likely wants to keep the best kind of attention lingering on him. So she marks him in spaces only she’d continually see unless he intended on not wearing the scarves and the bundled clothing he typically did, before she loses herself almost entirely. It’s electrifying, the way it drags out and plays along, the way his sounds spark and ignite against her own, pressing softer kisses to the marks left behind as she rocks and rides it out with him. Wave after wave, that settling sense as she holds onto the bliss from it however long she can. Her hands move to prop herself up a bit on the bed over him, scanning his face as she pants to retain her own breath. And then he’s pulling her into him and she has no choice but to follow, pressing her cheek to his chest, sticking to him as those covered in sweat typically did. His comment and laugh sparks her movement, however, as she tilts her head up to peer at him, a dark raised brow as she tries to catch her breath again. “And what would the doctor consider normal?” She chimes playfully to him, running her fingertips along his side in a gentle stroking pattern. but i flicker from time to time.