it's 2am and i took 17 shots of vodka trying to forget your name
but the only name i forgot was mine. and sober —
The pressure is relieving, it grounds the Harpy as she presses herself against him again and again, supported between Chulane and the wall, her arms tighten around his neck, keeping the two of them close together, enough to share breath provided she needed it in the first place. She doesn’t, though, so it’s all for him. The softer, gentler kiss she melts into, just as enthusiastically, just as happily, content to sit there and drown within him.
But they part, briefly, his head at her neck and she leans back slightly, tilting her cheek against his own. There’s a hum that leaves her throat in agreement of getting inside, of moving toward their home where it was safe and nice, there weren’t any rogue beams of sunlight to warm up her systems. So she uses the shade right now to her advantage, peering up at him through dark lashes, a crooked smirk crossing her face in response.
“Please? I used the moose this LongNight. I think that would be fun.” She murmurs softly, pressing another kiss to his cheek and pushing herself closer to his neck, ghosting her fangs against his pulse softly, as if in forewarning – uncaring (far past it) of how visible they may be here in the shade. She dives in, biting down on his neck and hums with the sensation that floods her body.
But they part, briefly, his head at her neck and she leans back slightly, tilting her cheek against his own. There’s a hum that leaves her throat in agreement of getting inside, of moving toward their home where it was safe and nice, there weren’t any rogue beams of sunlight to warm up her systems. So she uses the shade right now to her advantage, peering up at him through dark lashes, a crooked smirk crossing her face in response.
“Please? I used the moose this LongNight. I think that would be fun.” She murmurs softly, pressing another kiss to his cheek and pushing herself closer to his neck, ghosting her fangs against his pulse softly, as if in forewarning – uncaring (far past it) of how visible they may be here in the shade. She dives in, biting down on his neck and hums with the sensation that floods her body.
— or drunk, you're the only thing on my mind
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
