Empty Bottle

MILO

this is for the snakes and the people they bite
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights

It’s a tangle of limbs and body to body, radiating heat with only the clothes separating them, a blanket half thrown behind them and one that is half hanging from one of them, though Milo pays it little mind. Not when she’s pressing a kiss against his cheek, as she’s responding so beautifully to his touches and his trembles, as her fingers curl into red hair and he hums his appreciation for it against her neck.

He’s spurred on more with the sound that leaves her, breath hitching momentarily as her hand wanders as well, finds the hem of his shirt, and his own hand at the small of her back lowers enough to slip under her shirt, to run along those scars and marks and pale skin with rough, calloused fingers in exploration.

But she pulls away suddenly and Milo’s head drops lightly, still held by her hand, to let simmering ochre eyes peer back at her as the question leaves her lips. He can’t help the smirk that crosses his face with it, chin lifting up as she goes to plant a kiss against his collarbone. “Mm, let ‘em.” He rumbles with a voice that’s throaty with desire, hips shifting again as his hand continues its exploration, up and up along her side until his thumb can graze the edge of one of her breasts. “It ain’t like they’ve nev’r seen it ‘fore.” He murmurs, unable to keep the smirk from wiping from his face, not as he’s focused so intently on her.

But his hand pulls away from her side now, moving to fumble around the sand for one of the discarded blankets anyway, half tossing it over the both of them. “There. ‘N still a view’a the stars, if yer really worried.”

for the warning signs i've completely ignored
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more