Evie
Did you ever love her? Do you know?
In all of Halo she swears there is no warmer place than here in his arms, pinned willingly beneath his touch, sparking embers wherever it goes. He tastes like syrup, and it unfurls a fondness so heart-wrenching she can’t help the soft sound she makes into his mouth. How she wants this. Soft mornings and shared meals, the touch of his hands, the sparks in her veins that spin shivers out across her skin like skipping stones.
He is gone before she can drag him back, but as he kisses across her cheek and down her ear she loses track of the desire to. Feet push into the braces of the chair, allowing her to press herself more firmly into his lap as she tilts her neck for him to further explore. One hand squeezes his, restless with a burgeoning warmth, while the other slowly explores the planes of his chest and down his sternum, fingers following the curve of his ribs to his side. Memorizing by touch what she has already committed to visual memory.
He is gone before she can drag him back, but as he kisses across her cheek and down her ear she loses track of the desire to. Feet push into the braces of the chair, allowing her to press herself more firmly into his lap as she tilts her neck for him to further explore. One hand squeezes his, restless with a burgeoning warmth, while the other slowly explores the planes of his chest and down his sternum, fingers following the curve of his ribs to his side. Memorizing by touch what she has already committed to visual memory.
Or did you just never want to be alone?
