Evie
If continuation is what he seeks then he gets it; Evie sings and sighs and moans as his mouth relearns each curve and hollow of her neck, the thrum of her voice right beneath his lips. Each stroke of his hand has her rising to try and chase it, straining and flexing against all reason to try and keep that touch a moment longer. It drives her mad each time he doesn’t; and especially when he skirts so close around her thighs and along her hips, which he has always known are sensitive.
With him so close she doesn’t bother to refrain from kissing him the moment he finishes speaking. She lets him go easily if only because the teeth around the shell of her ear are almost better, and she doesn’t bother removing her hands from his hair to pay back the way he loosens the strings of her bottom - using her telekinesis to help shimmy his shorts down in the same way as the first time they’d ever visited Frey’s Breath. Except this time it’s for very different reasons.
With him so close she doesn’t bother to refrain from kissing him the moment he finishes speaking. She lets him go easily if only because the teeth around the shell of her ear are almost better, and she doesn’t bother removing her hands from his hair to pay back the way he loosens the strings of her bottom - using her telekinesis to help shimmy his shorts down in the same way as the first time they’d ever visited Frey’s Breath. Except this time it’s for very different reasons.
Cover your crystal eyes
And let your colors bleed and blend with mine
And let your colors bleed and blend with mine
