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
She softens under his touch, his hands roaming a long her skin, snagging on scars that are hidden beneath clothes, ones that he’s sure have amazing stories. He doesn’t have much on his end in regards to her large smattering of them, but like he said he wasn’t a fighter. Just a skirmisher, if anything, perhaps a few scars from being stabbed that are slightly ridged along his abdomen. For the most part though, his scars are run of the mill, nothing outstanding, nothing like the way hers are.
He doesn’t mind though, his hand continuing to roam until it reaches her hip, as she shudders against him and he has to break the kiss if only so they breathe, for one split second before he’s diving in again. His other hand remains underneath her hand, shifting so he might interlace her fingers with his, his other hand at her hip has his fingers digging in just a bit. And when she bites, lightly, against his lower lip there’s a shudder that trails down his spine, a low hum that leaves him in both surprise and a craving need.
And he grows needier, head tilting up a bit, breaking the kiss to trail his own along her jaw, to her neck where he might be able to playfully nip at the soft space beneath her ear, the hand at her hip moving to spread along her lower back and keep her close, his hips shifting against her, knowing that she has to see what she’s doing to him. She’s winding him up, he hopes he’s doing the same to her.
He doesn’t mind though, his hand continuing to roam until it reaches her hip, as she shudders against him and he has to break the kiss if only so they breathe, for one split second before he’s diving in again. His other hand remains underneath her hand, shifting so he might interlace her fingers with his, his other hand at her hip has his fingers digging in just a bit. And when she bites, lightly, against his lower lip there’s a shudder that trails down his spine, a low hum that leaves him in both surprise and a craving need.
And he grows needier, head tilting up a bit, breaking the kiss to trail his own along her jaw, to her neck where he might be able to playfully nip at the soft space beneath her ear, the hand at her hip moving to spread along her lower back and keep her close, his hips shifting against her, knowing that she has to see what she’s doing to him. She’s winding him up, he hopes he’s doing the same to her.
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
