Aurelia
over the riots
above all the noise
above all the noise
His hands squeeze around her hips and she relents to his touch just as much as she wants him to relent to hers. Her hands reach to press over his chest as he closes in, appreciating the way he listens to the silent ques she gives him. Water runs across their skin, refreshing and warming. Her gaze flits up to try and look at him, though it settles somewhere along his collarbone instead.
Milo's skin is flushed red from where the sun has kissed it for just too long and her fingers smooth around those areas, trying to be careful of them. He leans in to plant kisses against her cheeks and she slowly lifts her face to welcome the intimacy of it.
Her body leans further into his touch, her hips meeting his, and she sighs softly with it. The stream from the hot water drowns out the heat of her breath, though. The press of his nose against hers makes the corners of her lips flinch upward. Her eyes shut as she gently returns the gesture until he touches his forehead against hers.
He says something that grabs at her heartstrings and she shifts in reaction to it. Her lashes flutter back up to glance at him even if the two of them are so close it's hard to focus on his features.
One hand moves up across his shoulder to tangle through the back of his dripping wet hair. She presses her forehead harder against his for a moment before she retracts just enough to relieve the pressure. "I'm still getting used to it, too."
Water drizzles down her freckled cheeks. Her chin tilts further down and her lips hover closer to his chest. "You just.. have to get to know me again," she murmurs, right before pressing her pliable lips over the round muscle on one side of his chest. Her tongue slips forward to taste him within the act, feeling a more pleasant haze fall across her mind. She sinks toward him almost involuntarily. If her lips part from his skin, it's only so that her teeth can gently graze it. She moves her mouth across to his shoulder, to leave an achingly slow trail of loving marks.
Milo's skin is flushed red from where the sun has kissed it for just too long and her fingers smooth around those areas, trying to be careful of them. He leans in to plant kisses against her cheeks and she slowly lifts her face to welcome the intimacy of it.
Her body leans further into his touch, her hips meeting his, and she sighs softly with it. The stream from the hot water drowns out the heat of her breath, though. The press of his nose against hers makes the corners of her lips flinch upward. Her eyes shut as she gently returns the gesture until he touches his forehead against hers.
He says something that grabs at her heartstrings and she shifts in reaction to it. Her lashes flutter back up to glance at him even if the two of them are so close it's hard to focus on his features.
One hand moves up across his shoulder to tangle through the back of his dripping wet hair. She presses her forehead harder against his for a moment before she retracts just enough to relieve the pressure. "I'm still getting used to it, too."
Water drizzles down her freckled cheeks. Her chin tilts further down and her lips hover closer to his chest. "You just.. have to get to know me again," she murmurs, right before pressing her pliable lips over the round muscle on one side of his chest. Her tongue slips forward to taste him within the act, feeling a more pleasant haze fall across her mind. She sinks toward him almost involuntarily. If her lips part from his skin, it's only so that her teeth can gently graze it. She moves her mouth across to his shoulder, to leave an achingly slow trail of loving marks.
through all the worry
i still hear your voice
i still hear your voice
