AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
If Aurelia wants anything more, she doesn't know how to say it. Or if she does, the words are strangled in a heart that's too loyal to consider anything more than a kiss. Ironic as that is to say.
It is playing with fire, but Aurelia's flames run deep and burn bright. Maybe she's dangerous too. Suddenly feeling emboldened and unbridled by Maeve's little moan and wandering tongue, she parts her lips. But only so she can sink those same sharp teeth - the ones that flashed a warning mere moments prior - into Maeve's bottom lip. She does so with a disciplined intensity that might leave it swollen long after the kiss is over. It's a thought that leaves her satisfied even when Maeve has to pull back.
Aurelia lets her go and steps back, opening her gaze to observe the state of things. There's little regret in her expression as it stands, but there is a certain pang of guilt she feels. It will absolutely fester... but later.
She offers a crooked smile and leans on the post using one of her hands, glancing up and down at Maeve with a hazy look in her eyes. "So, Maeve..." she'll make no further mention of the kiss, though, instead asking, "who do you need a ring like that for?" She tips her nose down towards the hand it's on. Her boots skid over the ground as she shifts her stance and puffs out her chest a little, "Someone giving you trouble?"
It is playing with fire, but Aurelia's flames run deep and burn bright. Maybe she's dangerous too. Suddenly feeling emboldened and unbridled by Maeve's little moan and wandering tongue, she parts her lips. But only so she can sink those same sharp teeth - the ones that flashed a warning mere moments prior - into Maeve's bottom lip. She does so with a disciplined intensity that might leave it swollen long after the kiss is over. It's a thought that leaves her satisfied even when Maeve has to pull back.
Aurelia lets her go and steps back, opening her gaze to observe the state of things. There's little regret in her expression as it stands, but there is a certain pang of guilt she feels. It will absolutely fester... but later.
She offers a crooked smile and leans on the post using one of her hands, glancing up and down at Maeve with a hazy look in her eyes. "So, Maeve..." she'll make no further mention of the kiss, though, instead asking, "who do you need a ring like that for?" She tips her nose down towards the hand it's on. Her boots skid over the ground as she shifts her stance and puffs out her chest a little, "Someone giving you trouble?"
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
