and I loved you so much it was making me sick
Her sight is gone, but gods if that doesn’t set the rest of her senses on fire. Moaning hungrily into the sudden press of fingers and lips against her mouth, she meets him in a kiss that has her back arching, her arms straining against the bindings he’s placed on her. (She isn’t trying in earnest, though - where would the fun in that be?)
Then Zeph is on the move, and Vai nips at the thumb that ghosts across her lower lip, head tilting to feel his tongue and teeth against her neck. It’s hard enough to leave bruises that she’ll spite him by not healing, and her hips buck against his hand, against every part of him that isn’t close enough and refuses to get closer.
Hissing in a breath at the feel of Zeph’s hand - rough, yet infuriatingly gentle - running up the length of her inner thigh, never quite reaching its destination, Vai lets it out in a frustrated huff, an almost-wine. ”You,” she moans, struggling a little more against the makeshift shackles bound about her wrists. ”Fuck, I want you, however you want to take me.”
Then Zeph is on the move, and Vai nips at the thumb that ghosts across her lower lip, head tilting to feel his tongue and teeth against her neck. It’s hard enough to leave bruises that she’ll spite him by not healing, and her hips buck against his hand, against every part of him that isn’t close enough and refuses to get closer.
Hissing in a breath at the feel of Zeph’s hand - rough, yet infuriatingly gentle - running up the length of her inner thigh, never quite reaching its destination, Vai lets it out in a frustrated huff, an almost-wine. ”You,” she moans, struggling a little more against the makeshift shackles bound about her wrists. ”Fuck, I want you, however you want to take me.”
