I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
Just as she suspected. Her lips twitch, a soft sound pushing past them, forming a single word, "Ah." She licks her lips then, feeling the heat of him against her back, pressing into her space without a care in the world. It dawns on her then how very little is between them. The space so minute that only the barest hint of water and clothing separate them.
Her own thin linen tank top soaked through and clinging to her skin, leaving very little to the imagination, not that he needs to imagine anything. He's seen it all before. Her fingers tighten on his hand, clinging all the tighter at his words, "Pet and Adam come to mind, but they're both Ascended. Of course there is Locke and myself." A subtle hint, letting him know that the Attuned was back in her life, back where he was meant to be and she was no longer inclined to play the role she did before in the Flood's life.
The way his voice dips, dark and forbidden, vibrating through her as his head lowers and his breath is exhaled in a warm rush against the shell of her ear. She shivers, goosebumps rising across her skin as a trembling breath pushes past her lips, acutely aware of where he's hovering. The still fresh bite mark from Locke pink and shiny against her pale skin where it's starting to heal. It's not desire in her belly. The heat that simmers there. It has nothing to do with him exactly. Her mind flashes back to Locke, his promise in her nightshade garden and she wonders if this would classify as enough to justify what he vowed to do, but before the thought can go too far Sunjata is speaking again.
His words catch her by surprise and she stumbles, suddenly reaching the edge of the shallows, legs not long enough to touch the bottom anymore. "Frey? Jata... I- I don't know what to say." It suddenly makes her encounter with Frey seem so much more. The way the herald had taken his form, but had Locke's eyes. The feeling that overwhelmed her in their presence. The same feeling that washed over her around Sunjata before she got control of her emotions for him. The feeling that Locke elicits in her now.
Wasn't this a development? One she absolutely wasn't expecting.
Her own thin linen tank top soaked through and clinging to her skin, leaving very little to the imagination, not that he needs to imagine anything. He's seen it all before. Her fingers tighten on his hand, clinging all the tighter at his words, "Pet and Adam come to mind, but they're both Ascended. Of course there is Locke and myself." A subtle hint, letting him know that the Attuned was back in her life, back where he was meant to be and she was no longer inclined to play the role she did before in the Flood's life.
The way his voice dips, dark and forbidden, vibrating through her as his head lowers and his breath is exhaled in a warm rush against the shell of her ear. She shivers, goosebumps rising across her skin as a trembling breath pushes past her lips, acutely aware of where he's hovering. The still fresh bite mark from Locke pink and shiny against her pale skin where it's starting to heal. It's not desire in her belly. The heat that simmers there. It has nothing to do with him exactly. Her mind flashes back to Locke, his promise in her nightshade garden and she wonders if this would classify as enough to justify what he vowed to do, but before the thought can go too far Sunjata is speaking again.
His words catch her by surprise and she stumbles, suddenly reaching the edge of the shallows, legs not long enough to touch the bottom anymore. "Frey? Jata... I- I don't know what to say." It suddenly makes her encounter with Frey seem so much more. The way the herald had taken his form, but had Locke's eyes. The feeling that overwhelmed her in their presence. The same feeling that washed over her around Sunjata before she got control of her emotions for him. The feeling that Locke elicits in her now.
Wasn't this a development? One she absolutely wasn't expecting.
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