Aurelia
as if you were on fire
from within
from within
It's only when he covers her more fully that she ceases her desperate tugging at him, finally satisfied with where he's placed himself. Her gaze soaks in his, his validation like music to her ears. He reflects a sentiment that she can wholeheartedly agree with, and she moves one hand up to place it on his shoulder. Her own thumb glides rhythmically over the nape of his neck as she looks up at him.
When he nudges himself to be between her legs, she lets out a very agreeable "Mhm," prompted by a need she feels for him all over again. Her thighs close around him to lightly hug his hips, her tongue wets her lips, her eyelids flutter lower.
Her brows quirk at his statement of it saying a lot about her, and she looks up hazily at him, "Does it?" She's a little distracted now, but she still listens deeply as his gaze softens and he tells her she should be proud of how far she's come. Her brows furrow a little at that, adoration shimmering in her gaze. There is a bit of uncertainty that flickers through her on those matters, but she won't voice it, won't let it ruin this. At least... at least he sees something better in her than she does in herself.
"Maybe... but none of it would matter if you weren't here with me," she lifts that hand on his shoulder to push back the thick locks of his hair. "You're what makes sense through all of it. This... you, me... us... it feels..."
She trails off, unable to help the way he overwhelms her, but she's sure he knows what she means to say. She's also sure he can feel her dampen again as her thighs start to squirm around him and her hips shift up against him. She uses the hand in his hair to pull him back down to her and, even though she wants to kiss him and pull him back into that state where emotions can only be conveyed with physical touch, she still wants to live in this tender moment. So she pauses and touches the tip of her nose lightly over his.
When he nudges himself to be between her legs, she lets out a very agreeable "Mhm," prompted by a need she feels for him all over again. Her thighs close around him to lightly hug his hips, her tongue wets her lips, her eyelids flutter lower.
Her brows quirk at his statement of it saying a lot about her, and she looks up hazily at him, "Does it?" She's a little distracted now, but she still listens deeply as his gaze softens and he tells her she should be proud of how far she's come. Her brows furrow a little at that, adoration shimmering in her gaze. There is a bit of uncertainty that flickers through her on those matters, but she won't voice it, won't let it ruin this. At least... at least he sees something better in her than she does in herself.
"Maybe... but none of it would matter if you weren't here with me," she lifts that hand on his shoulder to push back the thick locks of his hair. "You're what makes sense through all of it. This... you, me... us... it feels..."
She trails off, unable to help the way he overwhelms her, but she's sure he knows what she means to say. She's also sure he can feel her dampen again as her thighs start to squirm around him and her hips shift up against him. She uses the hand in his hair to pull him back down to her and, even though she wants to kiss him and pull him back into that state where emotions can only be conveyed with physical touch, she still wants to live in this tender moment. So she pauses and touches the tip of her nose lightly over his.
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin
in the lining of your skin
