[RQ] this kind of freedom

Evie

She can feel the smirk against her mouth as his shorts fall away, and though her own tilt in a similarly amused manner - gods has it really been years? - she's too busy trying to draw him closer, closer, closer for recollections and nostalgia. Instigated all the more by the sound of his voice, so much harder to free from his chest than her own that every time she hears it her body goes hot and her skin breaks out in shivers.

Evie had never considered herself to be too terribly impatient before dating Deimos. Childish, yes, and impetuous, but not impatient. Now? Now she can scarcely stand the drifting of his hand as his fingertips revel in all the revealed skin her now-absent bottoms have presented to him. He makes her feel crazy sometimes with how badly she wants him, how easy it is for him to string her out like a kite on a tether, teasing and pulling at his leisure. Bracing one leg around his hip on the same side as the hand that holds her in place, she opens her hips wider and tilts them in a silent plea at the same time as she drags him forward to place open-mouthed kisses up the front of his neck, already beginning to breathe heavily from the anticipation. Impatient, but desperately trying to wait.

Cover your crystal eyes
And let your colors bleed and blend with mine