Empty Bottle

AURELIA

and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be

Aurelia found the understanding in his dark, honey-colored eyes and settled on them. And she had no idea how much she needed it; to see that look of empathy, the relation he could find in her internal struggle. Her shoulders pressed forward, her head leaned in. The other emotion that lingered in his eyes, the craving lust, corresponded with the look on her own face. At his words, she smiled softly until he was reeling her in with that clever hand of his. She met him halfway for the kiss.

When he brought her back down against him, she smirked against his lips and pulled back just enough to let out the flirtatious rumble, "I know." She hugged herself to him again, letting loose the burning, churning delight that made her skin itch with desire. Their lips meshed together in a rush and her eyes slid almost-shut. She tangled herself around him, her legs possessing his hips between them once more. One of her arms wound its way around the back of his nape, supporting his head. In doing so, she pulled him deeper into their kiss.

Giving in to herself this time, her tongue smoothed across his lips to - at first, gently - explore his mouth. It was warm and inviting and she wouldn't stop just because she couldn't breathe, not again anyway. Her nostrils flared against him as she let out a shaky, trembling sigh - and so did her mind.

but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep