AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Oh, she knew. She was no stranger to this, herself. A lot of time had spread between him and the last person she'd gave into, of course, and everything made all the difference. But as she leaned into his deeper kiss, she let go of the things holding her back, of the history that plagued her mind and her body. She hardly noticed as his fingers traced, lingered on her scars; they were just another extension of her, at that point.
His clinging lips moved over her jawline. She sighed into his own ear as his mouth graced the soft skin near hers. Her fingers, as his folded between them, dug into the back of his hand with an intensity that she was barely able to hold back. Her breasts pushed further into him and she let her chin gently press against the side of his cheek.
She sneaked a kiss of her own there. Her free hand, absent until that moment, tucked beneath his head to support it. Her hungry fingers massaged into his red locks and the curve of her back arched deeper against him with his prompting touch.
The shudder that runs through him has her breathing a deep sigh of her own, revealing her weakness as she trembled, as she appreciated the full extent of his grip on her. Her voice, as it threatens to rise against the quiet, is stilled into a tender moan. It's soft and quiet but, all the same it desires, and her warm breath clouded the air around them. Her fingers, twined with his, sought release as they wandered down, down to the bottom of his shirt. She could feel his hot, hot skin beneath.
Suddenly, she pulled her head back so that her green gaze could envelope him again. "Hey," she murmured, resting her weight back on him, "what if someone sees us?" Her brows raised. But then her chin lowered and she planted a wet, warm kiss against his unveiled collarbone. Maybe she didn't care, maybe she just wanted to hear his voice in the midnight air.
His clinging lips moved over her jawline. She sighed into his own ear as his mouth graced the soft skin near hers. Her fingers, as his folded between them, dug into the back of his hand with an intensity that she was barely able to hold back. Her breasts pushed further into him and she let her chin gently press against the side of his cheek.
She sneaked a kiss of her own there. Her free hand, absent until that moment, tucked beneath his head to support it. Her hungry fingers massaged into his red locks and the curve of her back arched deeper against him with his prompting touch.
The shudder that runs through him has her breathing a deep sigh of her own, revealing her weakness as she trembled, as she appreciated the full extent of his grip on her. Her voice, as it threatens to rise against the quiet, is stilled into a tender moan. It's soft and quiet but, all the same it desires, and her warm breath clouded the air around them. Her fingers, twined with his, sought release as they wandered down, down to the bottom of his shirt. She could feel his hot, hot skin beneath.
Suddenly, she pulled her head back so that her green gaze could envelope him again. "Hey," she murmured, resting her weight back on him, "what if someone sees us?" Her brows raised. But then her chin lowered and she planted a wet, warm kiss against his unveiled collarbone. Maybe she didn't care, maybe she just wanted to hear his voice in the midnight air.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
