Empty Bottle

AURELIA

and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be

She smiled against the side of his cheek but, when he actually accepted her challenge, it faded and she shifted, startled. Raising her brows, she glanced down between them as his fingers fished around the belt that clung to her waist. She let him take the reigns, though; it was what she wanted, after all. Only she wasn't expecting him to dive right in, and it really is a dive. She dug her fingernails into the back of his shoulder and hugged her lips against the top of his neck where it met with his jaw. Her hips lifted up slightly. A sharp inhale sucked in the air near his ear. He'll find her warm and wanting beneath his mouthwatering fingers.

His teeth along her neck and shoulder coaxed a quiet whimper from her lips, releasing the baited breath. "Oh," it was a needed release. The roll started in her shoulders, keen for his mouth to make its mark but, it built up in her ribs and it snaked along into the pit of her stomach, where it coiled. She had to stifle the lurch of her hips against his hand. Aiming to return the favor, her other hand reached for his waist. Yearning fingers unfastened the confines of his pants, taking her own dive into him, stroking, fondling.

Her chest was heaving, the sweat already accumulating between them. She didn't care; she wanted to make him sweat, wanted him in a pool of it by the time she was done with him - if she ever would be. Her mouth nuzzled into his dark, soft, red hair. "It's you I want," she lamented, her words muffled by his hair and the concentration and the feeling rising in her like a starved fire. She turned her head to press several tender kisses against him, seeking his lips.

but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep

MILO

this is for the snakes and the people they bite
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights

It’s all or nothing for Milo when her challenge is issued, and he finds her nothing but willing to go along with him, one that has him burning more and more. His fingers slip into the space created, a low growl of approval at how he finds her, a few soft kisses pressed tenderly to the space below her ear, hot break raking against her ear. Her fingernails dig into his skin and it only spurs him on more, a sudden need of wanting to take everything she gives him.

And so he gives into her too, fingers stroking along her warmth, almost agonizingly slow at first, before he picks up a bit of speed, hitching only as she undoes his pants, the relief of the fabric not trapping him a welcome reprieve that has him shuddering again as she gets a hold of him. A gasp slips from him as he tries to refrain from rolling his hips against her, as he tries to focus his mind back onto what he’s doing for her, and it inspires perhaps a bit more vigor.

He only pauses to let his other hand slip into his pocket, to pull out protection because his plan had been more than likely going to the Halenani at some point this evening, finding this to be so much better than he had planned and wouldn’t trade it for anything. “I want ya, too.” Comes the hoarse growl, the aching need in his voice as he pulls his head away from her neck to capture her lips with his own, a fresh sort of fire burning within him as his free hand hands her the protection to slip it on. Unless, of course, she prefers he does it.

for the warning signs i've completely ignored
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more

AURELIA

and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be

Pleasure bloomed in the wake of his skilled fingers, in his satisfied growl, in the hot breath against her ear. More than willing, she was ignited now, and her movements were all aimed to provoke the same, carnal feelings. Her hand moved slowly, easily, steadily. That was, until he paused. Something rustled out of his pocket and, feeling him press it into the palm of her hand, she realized what the wrapper possessed inside.

With a smile in her kiss, she let it deepen for a moment, to allow their tongues to meet again. She didn't part from him without running the tip of her tongue over his bottom lip, either. "You're smooth," she commented after, a soft laugh leaving her nostrils.

She untangled herself from him - and him from her. She slid off to sit beside him, to briefly examine the wrapper in her hand. Her face flushed, fully realizing that hot, bothersome feeling left at her core that traveled along her thighs. With a coy smile, she peered over at Milo, "Well? What are you waiting for?"

She gripped the corner of the wrapper between her teeth and pulled her own pants off, including the undergarments that accompanied them. She added them to the pile of clothes they'd already started. She acted like it was nothing when in reality she felt far too vulnerable, there beneath the scrutiny of his smoldering gaze. The scars that weaved over her shoulders, across her waist, dotted along her legs, none of them were exactly pretty.

She pushed those feelings down, waiting only for him to undress. She started applying the protection in that awkward way, prompting some help from Milo - unless, of course, he liked watching her struggle. "Sorry, I haven't done this in a while," she admitted sheepishly. The deeper blush of her cheeks was what betrayed her, revealing her embarrassment. She pulled back slightly to look at him, to admire the full extent of his beefcake body, biting her lip nervously.

but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep

MILO

this is for the snakes and the people they bite
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights

“Mmhm.” He rumbles, unable to keep the amused smirk from trying to form along his face, even as his lips are pressed against her. But then, not quite too long after, she’s departing from him and the cold air moves in against hot skin in a sharpness that has him sucking on a breath, smoldering brown eyes edged with ease and little to no judgement. Her question gets him out of the daze he’s in, a huff of a laugh leaving him as he recovers enough to follow through, removing the rest of his clothes as she does her own.

And when they come together again and she’s fumbling with slipping the protection on, Milo’s swift to help her hide the discomfort and awkwardness, moving in to slip it on, his gaze lifting up to her face with a crooked smile. “Yer fine.” He assures her, because it’s not like he particularly cares whether it’s been a while for her. He’s just glad to be here with her, to delve into this and Their Moment that was almost not a moment but became one anyway.

When that’s done, however, his hands return to her, one moving along her side toward her ass, the other remaining at her breast, as if readjusting them to come close again before he’s pausing and letting his gaze scan over her — finding the scars quite awe inspiring and beautiful in their own survival of the fittest way. His skin is smooth in comparison, perhaps a few bruises and a small speckling of scars along his torso but nothing like hers. But his head nears hers again, nose and lips nuzzling against her jaw. “What’ll be easier for ya?” He asks, a low hum of a purr, willing to do whatever it was she’d decide.

After all, she said it’s been a while for her. Might as well give her the choice, hm?

for the warning signs i've completely ignored
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more

AURELIA

and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be

Her furtive, green gaze traveled up the length of his frame, noting the way his muscles buldged and flexed with each tiny movement. As his simmering eyes lifted up to her face, hers did the same for him. He would move his hands back to her body and she could not help but to do the same, one of her own hands prowling over his waistline with care. She could feel the small spotting of scars here and there. She was, once again, reminded of her own as his hands passed over them, over the large, singular patch that spread across a majority of her flank. Her skin there jumped at his touch, her breath hitched, only relaxing when he passed it.

She felt the trail of hair leading to his throbbing groin, pausing to tease that sensitive area for one tantalizing moment. It was then that his mouth nestled against her jaw. She heard his question but, between their heavy breaths and the want that reverberated deep in her flesh, it was lost in the night.

Without even meaning to, she was already answering him. The hand tracing along his waist continued until it reached around the smooth curve of his hip. Her other arm was wrapped around his neck. Suddenly, her gentle touch became a come-hither grip, pulling him onto her so she might drift back into the blankets with him. If he would give in, she'd hug him with her knees.

No clothes barred the way for them now, and she was desperate for him.

Letting go of his hip, she used her elbow to lift herself slightly off the ground, coiling her body against him so their skin could meet all the way across, feeling him pulse against her own hot mess. The arm around his neck became a caressing hand as she leaned her chin up to kiss him again.

but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep

MILO

this is for the snakes and the people they bite
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights

His hand passes the large patchwork of scar tissue on her flank, feeling the way her body tenses and relaxes as he stays away from it, and he makes it a point to avoid it. But she’s teasing him too and it’s enough that it has him burning, his own breath hitching, a low huff of a sound leaving him. And his question is aired, lips pressed to her jaw, moving only when she seems to give her answer in the form of her body and arranging him to better suit where she wants him.

She latches onto his hip, guides him to follow her back down into the blankets, and he goes quite willingly wherever she guides him. He can feel the warmth pouring from her, his body aching for every moment of connection between them, and it isn’t until she’s settled that he’s able to hover over her, to feel her push against him as she leans up on an elbow and his own hands are planted in the sand beside her shoulders, giving him a bit of balance as he readjusts.

And when her lips collide with his again, he can’t help but to burn with it more, not wanting to prolong this much more than either of them already have, so he gives in with hungry, devouring kisses, shifting his hips just enough to slip into her, slowly at first of course, to give her time to adjust to him, Milo having to break the kiss to suck in a breath, a low hum of a moan slipping from him in the form of “fuck—” before his head is lifting again, searching her face, making sure this is okay and still what she wants, one hand departing the sand to wrap around her thigh for extra purchase.

for the warning signs i've completely ignored
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more

AURELIA

and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be

And now it was her turn to give into him, to let him have what he wanted. It was what she wanted, too. As that space between them melted away beneath their burning, she felt him in a whole new way, felt him ease into her, felt the extent of his desire, and she moaned tenderly into his mouth. Their kiss, soft and rough all at once, was interrupted by the hum of breath that left him. That guttural sound was the cherry on top, made her gush, made her feel intoxicated, made her open up to him.

If he was expecting anything less, he'd be pleasantly surprised to find her quite alright - to say the least. Her mouth parted in a breathy sigh with their melding of flesh and fire and soul; two bodies into one. Through her half-closed eyes, through the lust that churned in them, she noticed that look on his face; the slight concern in his eyes. She blinked up at him, at his handsome face outlined by the starry sky above.

"I'm fine... Milo," she murmured, her soft tones drawing out his name as if it were made of molasses; sweet and savory and worth the time.

Her legs shifted to let him deepen their connection, her hips gave a gentle roll for emphasis, and her breath turned so very shallow. Then, she put both arms around his neck to coax him further into the blankets with her, to tangle her fingers deep into his hair. Her nose tilted up to nudge along his, her mouth edging closer but not quite going for it, simply relishing that close proximity, breathing in unison with him, moving with him, tuning into his movements, his wants, his needs, to better give herself to him.

but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep

MILO

this is for the snakes and the people they bite
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights

She’s really letting him take the reins here, evident in how she shifts and accommodates him, even as his smoldering gaze harbors questions. But she’s quick to answer them both audibly and with her body, shivers running up and down his spine as he gives into her, as her tones linger on his name and draw it out. Who is he to deny the both of them?

Her legs shift and he presses in deeper, diving into the blankets with her as her nose brushes against his own, as the hand he has at her hip helps adjust her to make it easier for the both of them. And it falls away, trailing up her leg to her hip, skipping the scar completely, and moving to her back, to help support her so she doesn’t have all her weight on her elbows. He finds it hard to avoid diving in for the kiss, but he refrains for a few excruciating moments to begin to pick a rhythm with her help and adjusting, shifting so they match in a way that has his breath heaving, his head lowering to press his kisses to her lips, to her jaw, to her neck, leaving more of those marking bites with every driving thrust, keeping himself close to her for her hands to roam wherever she chose.

His hand rises to her hair now, fingers twisting into her dark brown hair, hovering just enough that their torsos can rub up against one another on the trail he takes back to capture her lips again.

for the warning signs i've completely ignored
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more

AURELIA

and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be

Her back arched as his hand trailed under her, her lower body grinding against him, an exhale of thick breath as she felt him press further into her. One leg hooked around him, brushing skin over skin. She was mindful of his maneuvers, of the minute shifts their bodies called for before a true rhythm could be reached. Oh, but they found that perfectly pleasing pattern quickly, the both of them too lost in the moment to worry about much else than satisfying the other.

As his mouth descended along her skin, she could not help the fingers, already tangled in his hair, that gently tugged and squeezed with each thrust. The friction, the biting kisses, the throbbing sensation in her own nether region had her body writhing into him with just a little more force.

Her breath was hot and heaving, vaporous clouds in the cool air, until his lips returned and pressed that kiss back to her mouth. She tilted her chin to orient to him, her already open mouth curving into his in earnest.

Her fingers wove out of his hair, releasing him from their grasp. They smoothed down over his shoulders, his back. But as the rhythm between them built up, intensifying, her fingernails left her own marks on his skin. They were light at first, not intended to be painful.

but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep

MILO

this is for the snakes and the people they bite
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights

There had been such an intense build up for this, that there’s relief that swells through him as they meld together, as he can give her all of his focus with nothing else around them but crashing waves, soft blankets, a dying fire, and the stars above. And gods does he burn, a bright flame as his lips find hers again, stifling the growls and groans that want to fall from his lips, shifting them into low hums from his throat. It’s surprisingly easy for him, Aurelia having made it almost perfect for him to sweep in and drown himself in her, to absorb and appreciate every detail of skin he sees and can feel, attention drawn to where she seems to like his hands and straying from the spaces she doesn’t.

Their tongues tangle again and Milo’s swept up in it all, a faster building pace helped by the legs that wrap around him, by her hips that grind against him, even by the hands that tighten in his hair before shifting to his skin, leaving pink lines in their wake. He pulls back a fraction, breaking the kiss again, keeping the rhythm as he goes to shift his weight to his other hand, planting the other in the space over her shoulder, his forehead shifting to rest near hers, his other hand moving down along her hip line again, pulling her closer with each thrust, hoping perhaps he can drive her closer to that edge; the one that steadily creeps up on him, awash with thoughts of her and her alone.

for the warning signs i've completely ignored
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more

AURELIA

and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be

She welcomes the flame that is him, ready for him, yearning and understanding. This intimacy, for her, was a rare occurence - and, for once, she felt something. She could feel his deep, low grunts reverberating through their kiss, stifled only by their wrestle of connection. Her hips tightened around him, reacting to the spark that he ignited.

In truth, she wanted his hands to focus on her war-torn parts, on the slices that countered her otherwise smooth skin. Normally, she wore them with a certain sense of pride and appreciation for her own journey but, now, in this moment of rawness, she only felt insecure about them. The rough, scarred skin would recoil at his touch, tender as it was. And, even if it was her own undoing, it hurt her, made her draw back for that mere moment. Still, she wouldn't, couldn't let it ruin what was happening between them. She ignored it as best she could, appreciating his attentive touch with a longing curl of her body.

The feeling of his tongue entering her mouth, submerging itself in her, made her melt into him even more than she already was. It washed away the distracting aggravation of her own imperfect skin. She met his tongue with her own eagerly, diving into, against, with him.

Eventually, their mouths parted, and a soft breath left her with him. Her eyes opened slightly, peering out at him as he shifted his weight. That sizzling, pulling, pushing, grinding warmth bundled deep within her, making her breath hitch with each intake. She left lines across his back without thinking but, in reality, she was quite happy to make them, deepening their curve into his flesh at the last moment.

He pulled her closer in and she could feel it, that sensation building and pressing against her. Each roll of their hips was better than the last. "Mmh," the moan left her lips in a warm interval, a reaction to his desire to get her there. It was working, she could feel it pulling her into him with each lick of their momentum. Her fingers flexed, toes curled, back arched even more, pushing up into him in an uncontrollable wave of euphoria. A strained whine resounded from her as it washed over her. Her body trembled, her hands clasping and shaking against his skin, unsure of how much more she could take.

but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep

MILO

this is for the snakes and the people they bite
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights

He can feel the way she ignites as well, the way her body tightens around him, invites him more, spurs him on over and over again with the sounds they make, drown out only by the ocean’s crashing waves. There’s something entirely Torchline about it all, the beauty of the glimmering stars above, the light reflected on their faces in oranges and blues, the way his body grows patchy and red, as sweat builds up into a glisten along his skin.

Still, Milo captures her lips, their tongues wrestling and locking with one another, the thrusts growing more needy, more greedy as he tries to temper himself. The lines left along his back from her nails only spur him on more, a mismatched patchwork of pink lines that’ll darken through the night.

But he shifts them just a bit, pulling her into him to drive himself deeper, a stifled moan leaving him as he feels her body react, her back arching and pressing against his in such a way that has his focus entirely on her and completing that wave that’s growing within her, the same that arrives with him swiftly, until he can’t quite handle it anymore, as his hands shift to pull her close, pressing himself deeper, a sound leaving him that’s hitched and akin to a growl as that wave crashes over him, as he tries to ride the afterglow, hoping that it was enough to drive her over the edge too.

for the warning signs i've completely ignored
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more

AURELIA

and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be

The edge is crossed sooner than she expects, her thighs tensing with it as it pulsed through her and into Milo. A shake extends through her lower body, her lips quivering with the muffled sounds they make, trying to control herself as well as he is. They both fall short of holding back, flaring and bursting in tune with each other. She can hear and feel him reach that point - and she lets go too. Her ribcage stiffens and her body follows in one tremendous release, those steamy breaths leaving her in long, drawn out exertions in feeble attempts to catch up.

Relaxing, she lets her arms glide back across his skin, massaging and working their way back to his face, cupping his features in them.

It is then that she can finally let everything else in; the washing of the ocean against the sand, the quiet popping of a dying fire, the rolling breeze as it pestered the sweat lining their bodies. All these things had fallen into some distant peripheral until then, now suddenly crashing around her. She closed her eyes and relished in that lasting moment of chaotic bliss, letting one of her hands fall back into the sands beneath them as the other rubbed its thumb along his jawline. A daze befell her, lightheaded and lustful.

"Hmm..." the croon left her lips with the same glow that dwelled across her face. A few moments passed. Her eyes opened to envelope him again, the want still festering in their green depths - by no means lessened in spite of it all. "You shouldn't go home more often." A laugh vibrated up to her lips from her ribs.

but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep

MILO

this is for the snakes and the people they bite
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights

Shudders filter through his spine, as the wave crashes over him and he feels the afterglow begin to form, the way her body crashes around him and he crashes into her. A stiffening, then relaxing, panting breaths as he leans forward against her, relishing in the sensation of her hands running along his back, moving toward his face to cup his face. Pleasure glazed eyes peer back at her, a small dazed smile crossing his face as he readjusts a bit with a quiet hum, shifting so that he still hovers over her but he can rest on his elbows, so his hands are free to reach for her as tenderly as she does him.

One hand moves to brush back her hair from her face, to run his fingers along her cheek and tangle his fingers into her hair, the other wrapping around her shoulders, shifting them in the blankets so that he can lay on his side, apart but still close to her, provided she lets him. Her comment, however, has a huff of laughter leaving him through the breaths, an edge of a smirk on his face as he regards her through heavy lids.

“Yeah?” He manages, unable to keep the grin from his face, his thumb brushing along her cheek again as he peers at her. “’m sure that can be arranged.” He can’t help but to raise a brow, amusement clear in his accented tones.

for the warning signs i've completely ignored
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more