Paige
’Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned
There wasn’t anything in her eyes aside from utter honesty, unable to weave a lie even if she wanted to, the ability stolen by the effects of the Snapdragon swirling through her veins. Dusky blue eyes meet aqua and an almost roguish grin curls on petal pink lips, befitting the wildfire girl as she does her best not to squirm beneath Flora’s curious hands. Her thighs flex, muscles jumping beneath the light linen of her trousers, flexing and yearning for more of the heat that’s radiating from the other girl’s palms, sinking into her skin between the thin layer of fabric. Already there was a twisting in her gut that was entirely too delightful, urging Paige to chase after the rush of ecstasy that was sure to come if she did, but she refrains. Instead focusing solely on Flora’s words.
”Hard to realize anything when you’re just focused on survival,” the attuned replies in a quiet breath, voice warm like honey as it rasps between them, fingers finding the spot behind Flora’s jaw and massaging gently. Every movement is intentional, attempting to draw the girl deeper into this newfound peace, unwilling to let her slip out of her hold. Whatever worry Flora has of Paige backing away need not exist. Nothing could move her from this spot. It was as if roots had grown from Paige into the ground, keeping her tangled in place, unable to withdraw as each breath simply drew her closer.
Huffing out a gentle laugh, fingers brush along the flush on her cheeks before trailing over lips and back down to her jaw again. She cups the delicate line of it, head tilting to the side with a feline grace, ”That’s okay. You can breathe now. I’ll show you how again.” Even if it meant pushing the air into her lungs herself, Paige would do it; she’d do it happily. ”How ‘bout you give me some, petal? Bet it’ll be better coming from you.” Paige croons, picking up the blunt and placing it between Flora’s fingers in one smooth motion.
”Hard to realize anything when you’re just focused on survival,” the attuned replies in a quiet breath, voice warm like honey as it rasps between them, fingers finding the spot behind Flora’s jaw and massaging gently. Every movement is intentional, attempting to draw the girl deeper into this newfound peace, unwilling to let her slip out of her hold. Whatever worry Flora has of Paige backing away need not exist. Nothing could move her from this spot. It was as if roots had grown from Paige into the ground, keeping her tangled in place, unable to withdraw as each breath simply drew her closer.
Huffing out a gentle laugh, fingers brush along the flush on her cheeks before trailing over lips and back down to her jaw again. She cups the delicate line of it, head tilting to the side with a feline grace, ”That’s okay. You can breathe now. I’ll show you how again.” Even if it meant pushing the air into her lungs herself, Paige would do it; she’d do it happily. ”How ‘bout you give me some, petal? Bet it’ll be better coming from you.” Paige croons, picking up the blunt and placing it between Flora’s fingers in one smooth motion.
Everything you lose is a step you take
