MILO
this is for the snakes and the people they bite
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights
It is frightening. The unknown being exactly that, out of ones comfort zone, out of anything you could imagine. He finds he doesn’t mind it so much right now, that thick strum of anxiety and worry that lingers in his bones, melding away with the warmth of the fire as he tells her he wouldn’t dare. And he feels her still, his hand coming up to run along her skin gently, softly, while he moves to lean in and kiss her gently.
Lost in the kiss as he is, he notices distantly how her hand softens around his wrist, breathing through his nose as he gives into her under the moonlight beside a dying fire. And he can’t help the shiver that runs up his spine as her hand lifts, moving along his chest and up his neck, to his jaw – his own hands moving to run along her skin too as she pulls him in closer. The kiss deepens and Milo burns with it, giving her whatever she wants, a hand lifting along her side and over her clothes, lifting up and up until he reaches a space where he can cup the back of her head.
It isn’t until she pulls back with the sharp inhale – all sense of the dying fire being brighter beside him lost as he focuses entirely on her. But there’s no words, just the gentle heaving of his chest, spending the moment of catching his breath to readjust how he sits, no longer cross legged but simply on his knees before her. And he leans in again, hoping to trail a few kisses along her jawline, to blaze a trail down her neck as his other hand moves to splay along the small of her back.
Lost in the kiss as he is, he notices distantly how her hand softens around his wrist, breathing through his nose as he gives into her under the moonlight beside a dying fire. And he can’t help the shiver that runs up his spine as her hand lifts, moving along his chest and up his neck, to his jaw – his own hands moving to run along her skin too as she pulls him in closer. The kiss deepens and Milo burns with it, giving her whatever she wants, a hand lifting along her side and over her clothes, lifting up and up until he reaches a space where he can cup the back of her head.
It isn’t until she pulls back with the sharp inhale – all sense of the dying fire being brighter beside him lost as he focuses entirely on her. But there’s no words, just the gentle heaving of his chest, spending the moment of catching his breath to readjust how he sits, no longer cross legged but simply on his knees before her. And he leans in again, hoping to trail a few kisses along her jawline, to blaze a trail down her neck as his other hand moves to splay along the small of her back.
for the warning signs i've completely ignored
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more
