AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
She could see the hint of surprise in his eyes and it made a knowing smile tug at the corner of her mouth. She wanted to startle him, to make his heart pound against his chest because deep down, he must've known that the unknown was a little fucking terrifying. It was for her, and now he knew that. She simultaneously regretted and relished that fact, and her brain was frantically trying to decide whether she really wanted this or not - do or don't, trust or push away. Her eyes searched his, too. Then his words split through and centered her, silenced the panic, though it certainly didn't stop it.
Her own blood thundered from her chest as she felt the hum of his mouth until it was pressed against hers. Her eyelids sank down and her grip on his arm softened. The hairs along her arms pricked from the warmth. It cracked, shattered whatever wall she'd tried to resolve against him. In all that time wasted trying to put up a wall to keep everyone out, she'd inadvertantly locked herself in.
Her hand ran up his chest and past his neck to firmly carress his jaw, her thumb making a small dimple in his cheek. It spread, that intoxicating warmth, and she kissed him back, pulling him closer, pressing herself further into a deeper kiss. The terrain of his soft, moist mouth was an uncharted territory that she wanted to explore.
The dying light of the fire burst, tearing through the soot and ash. Deep in the belly of the pit, the wood raucously crackled and snapped vibrantly. Embers flung out from underneath it, soaring into the air to strengthen the fire. Except she'd forgotten how to breathe, so she pulled back with a sharp inhale. The sparks settled but, the fire was brighter.
Her own blood thundered from her chest as she felt the hum of his mouth until it was pressed against hers. Her eyelids sank down and her grip on his arm softened. The hairs along her arms pricked from the warmth. It cracked, shattered whatever wall she'd tried to resolve against him. In all that time wasted trying to put up a wall to keep everyone out, she'd inadvertantly locked herself in.
Her hand ran up his chest and past his neck to firmly carress his jaw, her thumb making a small dimple in his cheek. It spread, that intoxicating warmth, and she kissed him back, pulling him closer, pressing herself further into a deeper kiss. The terrain of his soft, moist mouth was an uncharted territory that she wanted to explore.
The dying light of the fire burst, tearing through the soot and ash. Deep in the belly of the pit, the wood raucously crackled and snapped vibrantly. Embers flung out from underneath it, soaring into the air to strengthen the fire. Except she'd forgotten how to breathe, so she pulled back with a sharp inhale. The sparks settled but, the fire was brighter.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
