Seraphina
the artificer
i'm not a slave, i won't be guided to a grave in
a masquerade, you'll hide your face
a masquerade, you'll hide your face
He might be convinced and that’s a quiet thought that has her smirking up at him, wondering what she might have to do elsewhere to get him to agree to it. For now, though, this is enough – leaning into each touch with catlike grace. “In that bar?” She purrs up at him, breathy and light as her tilts her head back to look at him. “We had a dark corner, we could’ve gotten away with it.” She flashes him a smirk, a challenge that gleams in her eyes that almost seems to say ‘perhaps we should try again sometime’, before his head is tucking into her neck and her head rolls to the side opposite, letting him explore the expanse of her neck.
Her hands continue their roam along his own skin, pressing and exploring against the scars that cover his expanse of tanned skin. He finds the zipper to her skirt and removes his shirt, and she’s wiggling her hips slightly to slip out of the skirt and let it fall over the curve of her hips. Her own fingers dip into the waistline of his pants, drawing around to the front to work at his belt, to palm at him while she moves onto the button as well, biting at her lower lip as she realizes what awaits her.
“The water’s warm enough…” She purrs to him, her voice taking on a crooning, honey dipped tone as she tries to remove the rest of his clothes from him as he takes the rest off of her, already she’s pressed against him, her breasts against his chest, her heartbeat already rising against her neck.
Her hands continue their roam along his own skin, pressing and exploring against the scars that cover his expanse of tanned skin. He finds the zipper to her skirt and removes his shirt, and she’s wiggling her hips slightly to slip out of the skirt and let it fall over the curve of her hips. Her own fingers dip into the waistline of his pants, drawing around to the front to work at his belt, to palm at him while she moves onto the button as well, biting at her lower lip as she realizes what awaits her.
“The water’s warm enough…” She purrs to him, her voice taking on a crooning, honey dipped tone as she tries to remove the rest of his clothes from him as he takes the rest off of her, already she’s pressed against him, her breasts against his chest, her heartbeat already rising against her neck.
you got it out for me, like strangers in the night
holding close their sharpened knives
holding close their sharpened knives
