Aurelia
over the riots
above all the noise
above all the noise
The absence of his hand on her cheek is cold, but then she feels his fingers draw lines across the milkier skin of her thigh. Her heart thumps a little louder in her chest. He hoists her leg up higher suddenly and a small gasp leaves her with it. As much as she can feel the warmth of her desire for him building, and it builds quicker than she might've expected, she wants to navigate this moment properly. She doesn't want to wash her pain away and end up drowning him in the process. So she has to pause, break away, and really look at him.
The way he draws stiller but continues to stroke her thigh has her confused at first, not sure which way to interpret the response. In the small silence, the pattering of the water against the floor beneath them grows louder.
But it isn't weird for him, and he runs his hand along her back in a way that draws a soothed breath from her lips. "Good..." Both of her hands move up slowly, trusting his assurances, that he's okay with her. Her fingers push over his navel, up across his chest, moving with aching need until they snake around his neck as he leans in.
Her head tilts beneath the softness of his lips, giving him the space he needs to kiss her skin wherever he wants to roam it. He nips playfully at the lobe of her ear and she turns her nose in to press it against his cheek, a soft smile sneaking against his skin. The hands that hang behind his neck suddenly stir into motion, spurred on by the brightness he inspires within her. And, drunk with him as she is, she doesn't process it in time to stop herself.
The glitter that drapes across him, stirring onto her as well, is almost transparent. It has a barely-there, silvery sheen, mixing in with the water and spreading it evenly across him. It's not a feeling she wants him to have, specifically, but that she's overwhelmed by in this moment, communicated in a way that could be no clearer. She wants, and wants nothing more than to intensify the moment, to exist nowhere else but here with him in it - guiltless and uninhibited.
In light of the release, combined by the delightful sensation of his mouth on her bare skin, her fingers roughly spread and tangle into his hair and her hips tilt in towards his. "Mmh," the moan is easy and she drowns it in the soft skin of his neck, sighing out the heated words, "don't stop." Then she sinks her lips in against his skin.
Aurelia uses glitterific, encouraging desire. Like, the hot kind. You know.
The way he draws stiller but continues to stroke her thigh has her confused at first, not sure which way to interpret the response. In the small silence, the pattering of the water against the floor beneath them grows louder.
But it isn't weird for him, and he runs his hand along her back in a way that draws a soothed breath from her lips. "Good..." Both of her hands move up slowly, trusting his assurances, that he's okay with her. Her fingers push over his navel, up across his chest, moving with aching need until they snake around his neck as he leans in.
Her head tilts beneath the softness of his lips, giving him the space he needs to kiss her skin wherever he wants to roam it. He nips playfully at the lobe of her ear and she turns her nose in to press it against his cheek, a soft smile sneaking against his skin. The hands that hang behind his neck suddenly stir into motion, spurred on by the brightness he inspires within her. And, drunk with him as she is, she doesn't process it in time to stop herself.
The glitter that drapes across him, stirring onto her as well, is almost transparent. It has a barely-there, silvery sheen, mixing in with the water and spreading it evenly across him. It's not a feeling she wants him to have, specifically, but that she's overwhelmed by in this moment, communicated in a way that could be no clearer. She wants, and wants nothing more than to intensify the moment, to exist nowhere else but here with him in it - guiltless and uninhibited.
In light of the release, combined by the delightful sensation of his mouth on her bare skin, her fingers roughly spread and tangle into his hair and her hips tilt in towards his. "Mmh," the moan is easy and she drowns it in the soft skin of his neck, sighing out the heated words, "don't stop." Then she sinks her lips in against his skin.
Aurelia uses glitterific, encouraging desire. Like, the hot kind. You know.
through all the worry
i still hear your voice
i still hear your voice
