Aurelia
as if you were on fire
from within
from within
Her lips tremble to meet his, apologetic and desperate and earnest, and her eyes close as he melts into her. This the best way she knows how to express all of the things she can't explain. She matches his heat with a flare of her own, relishing the feelings he invokes.
Breath pulls in through her nose and her lips part gently against his to let him taste her - and taste him back. A muffled sound comes out, short and sweet, packed with all of her affection for him. It's all she could ever want, could ever need; his closeness, his touch, his... everything. She leans into him, chest-to-chest, heart-to-heart.
Until she's suddenly in the sand, to which she groans in protest and looks up at him as if this is a cruel betrayal. Her body instinctively arches up to meet his, relieved when he sinks back into her. Her freed hands move steadily over him, tangling in his red locks and finding his skin warm in spite of the dive they'd both taken.
He says it again, that he loves her, but it's different somehow. More spurred on by emotion and impulse. "Milo-" his name is a soft, deprived cry on her lips but her words are cut off with another kiss. "Mmmh. I love you so much," she mumbles back, breathless, the fingers in his hair curling as she pulls him closer.
Breath pulls in through her nose and her lips part gently against his to let him taste her - and taste him back. A muffled sound comes out, short and sweet, packed with all of her affection for him. It's all she could ever want, could ever need; his closeness, his touch, his... everything. She leans into him, chest-to-chest, heart-to-heart.
Until she's suddenly in the sand, to which she groans in protest and looks up at him as if this is a cruel betrayal. Her body instinctively arches up to meet his, relieved when he sinks back into her. Her freed hands move steadily over him, tangling in his red locks and finding his skin warm in spite of the dive they'd both taken.
He says it again, that he loves her, but it's different somehow. More spurred on by emotion and impulse. "Milo-" his name is a soft, deprived cry on her lips but her words are cut off with another kiss. "Mmmh. I love you so much," she mumbles back, breathless, the fingers in his hair curling as she pulls him closer.
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin
in the lining of your skin
