AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
She felt his involuntary shiver beneath her palm, felt it echo through his body like a silent cry. She smiled into the kiss at that, though it faded as his hand floated across her skin, over her clothes, til it wound up the tender spot behind her neck. There was an audible hitch of her breath, a flinch of her own body as the tingle spread out across her shuddering shoulders.
Then they broke apart, and the fire was ablaze beside them. She gave it a cursory glance for just a moment before she felt the shift of movement in front of her. His gaze of honey, warm and sweet, was enough to melt away the disquiet in her own green eyes - though only for a moment. He was oozing with an aura of someone that was confident in what they were doing. As much as Aurelia wanted to mirror it, she could only sweat, feeling the perspiration start in her hands.
A soft gasp beckoned her lips back open as he pressed that second kiss to the smooth line of her jaw and worked down to her neck. She looked down at his heaving chest as he leaned towards her but, she didn't give in. Not yet. Her arm came up to tentatively interrupt him.
But he was still close when her hand relaxed, curving around the muscle that extended between his neck and his shoulder, because she didn't really want to push him away. She lowered her forehead against his other shoulder and rest it there, closing her eyes in the hopes of letting her mind blank again, to stop swimming and churning and swirling. Maybe it was the combination of it all mixing in with the alcohol.
Her nose shifted to gently nuzzle the soft material of his shirt, breathing in his unfamiliar scent, wanting it to calm her nerves. "I think, I think too much," she murmured, the words muffled against him. There was a guilt expressed in them, as though it was an apology.
Then they broke apart, and the fire was ablaze beside them. She gave it a cursory glance for just a moment before she felt the shift of movement in front of her. His gaze of honey, warm and sweet, was enough to melt away the disquiet in her own green eyes - though only for a moment. He was oozing with an aura of someone that was confident in what they were doing. As much as Aurelia wanted to mirror it, she could only sweat, feeling the perspiration start in her hands.
A soft gasp beckoned her lips back open as he pressed that second kiss to the smooth line of her jaw and worked down to her neck. She looked down at his heaving chest as he leaned towards her but, she didn't give in. Not yet. Her arm came up to tentatively interrupt him.
But he was still close when her hand relaxed, curving around the muscle that extended between his neck and his shoulder, because she didn't really want to push him away. She lowered her forehead against his other shoulder and rest it there, closing her eyes in the hopes of letting her mind blank again, to stop swimming and churning and swirling. Maybe it was the combination of it all mixing in with the alcohol.
Her nose shifted to gently nuzzle the soft material of his shirt, breathing in his unfamiliar scent, wanting it to calm her nerves. "I think, I think too much," she murmured, the words muffled against him. There was a guilt expressed in them, as though it was an apology.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
