Aurelia
over the riots
above all the noise
above all the noise
She's more than happy to stay within this moment. Let it take precedence over everything else. It's always like this with him, he pulls her back again and again and again; back from brinks and edges and the haunting darkness of her past. And so she'll press her love again and again to his skin, gentle and fervent all at once.
The roaming of his hands draws her closer like he wants it to, and she wants it, too. Her hands cling a little tighter to the places they've found; fingers at his hair digging deeper, idle hand on his chest becoming a needier grasp around his side. The feeling of his fingers dragging across her skin sends a heavy shiver up her spine, one that almost matches the motion exactly.
His words incite a rapidness in her breath suddenly. A mix of emotions takes hold, in which her chest flutters to hold them captive within. When his hand reaches to pry her once-amicable mouth up to his, he'll find some resistance there. Her lips are intent on planting faint rosettes across his skin, engrossed with him as she is - and worried of what might become of her if she isn't.
But when her gaze lifts slowly to meet his and she sees what it is he's silently asking for, of course she gives in. Their lips converge, her own parted enough to taste his, and she melts beneath the generosity of his passion. Her fingers in his hair drift down to linger across his jaw, too, so the both of them might hold each other to this kiss.
The feeling of their bodies meeting rouses a want within her that's difficult to settle. Silent breath clouds in through her nose and into her chest. With the motion, her breasts push against his chest softly and her eyelids flutter completely shut. Her other hand moves down along his body to smooth over the bump of his hip. Slender fingers find some purchase there, digging in just a little harder, pulling him in just a little more. Her leg lifts just slightly over his, skin gliding over skin, and she puts more of her weight against him.
Still, there's a moment of hesitance and she pulls back just a little, lips faltering from his and her gaze opening to search his expression, silently making sure he was really alright with this. And suddenly she wonders if she's alright, too. "Milo...?" She speaks his name tentatively, "This isn't... I don't feel like a stranger to you, do I? I can stop, if it's..." What's the word? Weird? Overwhelming?
The roaming of his hands draws her closer like he wants it to, and she wants it, too. Her hands cling a little tighter to the places they've found; fingers at his hair digging deeper, idle hand on his chest becoming a needier grasp around his side. The feeling of his fingers dragging across her skin sends a heavy shiver up her spine, one that almost matches the motion exactly.
His words incite a rapidness in her breath suddenly. A mix of emotions takes hold, in which her chest flutters to hold them captive within. When his hand reaches to pry her once-amicable mouth up to his, he'll find some resistance there. Her lips are intent on planting faint rosettes across his skin, engrossed with him as she is - and worried of what might become of her if she isn't.
But when her gaze lifts slowly to meet his and she sees what it is he's silently asking for, of course she gives in. Their lips converge, her own parted enough to taste his, and she melts beneath the generosity of his passion. Her fingers in his hair drift down to linger across his jaw, too, so the both of them might hold each other to this kiss.
The feeling of their bodies meeting rouses a want within her that's difficult to settle. Silent breath clouds in through her nose and into her chest. With the motion, her breasts push against his chest softly and her eyelids flutter completely shut. Her other hand moves down along his body to smooth over the bump of his hip. Slender fingers find some purchase there, digging in just a little harder, pulling him in just a little more. Her leg lifts just slightly over his, skin gliding over skin, and she puts more of her weight against him.
Still, there's a moment of hesitance and she pulls back just a little, lips faltering from his and her gaze opening to search his expression, silently making sure he was really alright with this. And suddenly she wonders if she's alright, too. "Milo...?" She speaks his name tentatively, "This isn't... I don't feel like a stranger to you, do I? I can stop, if it's..." What's the word? Weird? Overwhelming?
through all the worry
i still hear your voice
i still hear your voice
