quicker now, pulse and breath

Morgan

Oh, and you in all your vibrant youth

How could anything bad ever happen to you?

"Less coy, more...terrible at flirting." Morgan laughed, entirely honest and vulnerable in the moment in a way she was not with anyone else. Because she was trying to flirt, even if it was nowhere near as elegant as Neron's quips - or the delicate touches on her arms, which cut off her laugh with a sigh as her skin shivered and she turned to look at him.

At least she could communicate her feelings another way, the rooms heat certainly making it very tempting indeed. Knowing what Neron liked and feeling quite in the mood to grasp what she wanted anyway, Morgan grasped the front of his shirt and pull him forwards, pressing her lips hard onto his and at the same time letting of her hands slide down the side of his body and end at his ass, squeezing; there was time for soft love making when they'd gotten this out of their systems, but right now she had weeks of unsatisfied tension to get through.

To feel him and know he could feel her touch fully made it all so much more intense than their bedroom adventures before and she leaned into that intensity, pulling back for a moment only to bite at his lip, catching his eyes as she did.

You make a fool of death with your beauty

and for a moment