i'm gonna miss it someday

Seraphina

the artificer

i'm not a slave, i won't be guided to a grave in
a masquerade, you'll hide your face

“That sounds like quite the fun challenge.” She remarks, working to tug his clothes off as he works at her own, until there’s nothing that separates them any longer than air. And her hands lift to run along his skin, over his chest and over his shoulders, rising up and up until her fingers curl in his hair at the base of his neck, a half smirk formed on her lips with the way he fully strips down. His hands run along her skin, his kiss pressed against her neck, and she half twirls when they step over toward the shower.

And yes, she gives him full view of her as she turns and pulls him along, her hand interlacing with his to pull him into it with her. Water dances along her skin, over her shoulders and pulls her hair down across her as she flashes him a Cheshire grin, her head tilting in a fraction of innocence despite the question that she’s about to answer.

Instead of immediately answering, she pulls him with her until her back meets the shower wall, where she pulls him against her and lifts a leg to wrap around his waist while her other hand runs along his hip and drifts further forward to ghost along the length of his cock. “I want you to fuck me first, Locke.” She breathes to him, peering up at him from beneath full lashes.

you got it out for me, like strangers in the night
holding close their sharpened knives