NERON
the hailstorm
It was a lie, that he had been able to resist it. Neron had been drinking it in - drinking her in - and fully expecting Morgan to be the one to push him back and get them brusquely on their way. Their expectations of each other would likely be their downfall, but for now Neron drowned in the crash of their lips, the faint tang of blood staining their tongues, her body pressed closer now than even when they had been on horseback.
Fingers twining through her curls, his other arm slid around her waist, heedless of his injuries in lieu of getting more of this, whatever this was. He didn’t need to come up for air the same way she did, but he did draw back eventually with a sensation of almost dizziness. ”Please don’t push me over,” he said softly, well aware of Morgan’s usual attitude towards him.
Fingers twining through her curls, his other arm slid around her waist, heedless of his injuries in lieu of getting more of this, whatever this was. He didn’t need to come up for air the same way she did, but he did draw back eventually with a sensation of almost dizziness. ”Please don’t push me over,” he said softly, well aware of Morgan’s usual attitude towards him.
