show me how it ends, it's alright
Neron, at least, is very aware of the privilege of this moment, and as the cloak pools to the ground and reveals tight leather and a peek at what might be beneath Morgan's shirt, he does not take it for granted. Indeed, while he might not touch, there is nothing about the way his eyes drink her in that suggests coyness or polite company, and his smile is tipped with fangs already. But then she steps forward and the order rings through his blood and plucks at strings there laid long dormant.
Still, his gaze never leaves Morgan's as he complies, taking his time about it. There isn't really an elegant way to get on one's knees, but Neron makes it look about as carefree as it gets. Even so, once there he can't help but take her in from this new angle, chin lifting a fraction to enjoy all the places hugged by leather and thin fabric.
Still, his gaze never leaves Morgan's as he complies, taking his time about it. There isn't really an elegant way to get on one's knees, but Neron makes it look about as carefree as it gets. Even so, once there he can't help but take her in from this new angle, chin lifting a fraction to enjoy all the places hugged by leather and thin fabric.
Neron
