Aurelia
over the riots
above all the noise
above all the noise
The question, though small, makes her second-guess herself and she slowly pulls back to look at him. She hesitates, and he might feel it in the way her muscles flinch and her gaze stirs with conflicted emotion. If he could drown everything else out, even if only for a moment, if he could make all this weight disappear for just a second... then she's sure she wants nothing else.
They're so close in this moment that their breath can be felt against one another's skin. even as water streams across it. As he lifts her with his arm, her other leg comes up to hook around his hip and she lets out a soft, exhilarated sigh. The overwhelming heat between them sends a stubborn trail of goosebumps all the way up her arms. Her legs subconsciously squeeze him closer, until she can feel his erection against her wet folds.
"Yes-" she blurts out, desperation evident in her tones, "I need something better than all this, Milo, and that's you."
Reacting to her own emotions, she pulls his hair so that his head might tilt a bit. "It's always been you," she murmurs, the words quick and soft but no less meaningful. Her own chin tilts towards his, her nose gliding across his cheek as she moves in. She aims to close her mouth around the pucker of his soft lips. The kiss, the feeling of him against her, their bodies caressing one another rouses a needy hum in her throat.
They're so close in this moment that their breath can be felt against one another's skin. even as water streams across it. As he lifts her with his arm, her other leg comes up to hook around his hip and she lets out a soft, exhilarated sigh. The overwhelming heat between them sends a stubborn trail of goosebumps all the way up her arms. Her legs subconsciously squeeze him closer, until she can feel his erection against her wet folds.
"Yes-" she blurts out, desperation evident in her tones, "I need something better than all this, Milo, and that's you."
Reacting to her own emotions, she pulls his hair so that his head might tilt a bit. "It's always been you," she murmurs, the words quick and soft but no less meaningful. Her own chin tilts towards his, her nose gliding across his cheek as she moves in. She aims to close her mouth around the pucker of his soft lips. The kiss, the feeling of him against her, their bodies caressing one another rouses a needy hum in her throat.
through all the worry
i still hear your voice
i still hear your voice
