Evie
Though the span of his hand across her spine makes her feel small, it is far from a negative sensation. Intertwined like this she always feels powerful and attractive, even when she is undeniably at the mercy of his patient teasing. Normally she could leverage their surroundings as a reason for haste, but given the spontaneous snowstorm she doubts Deimos would believe her even if she tried. All she has, then, is her body language and the soft sounds in her throat to try and entice him to quicken his pace.
Whether it actually works or he merely takes mercy doesn't matter when his fingers finally slip away from her thigh to brush electrically against her core, making her jolt and tighten her thighs with a hiccuped sound. The slow slide of his beard up her neck is a symphony of sensation on her heated, sensitive skin, and one hand leaves his hair to grip the top of his shoulder almost desperately. He knows what she wants. She knows he knows. But she also understands why he always asks, even if she answers before he has scarcely finished. "You, just you, just - fuck me," she manages to bumble out, not the type for such crassness as evidenced by her warm cheeks but completely unrepentant in the moment.
Whether it actually works or he merely takes mercy doesn't matter when his fingers finally slip away from her thigh to brush electrically against her core, making her jolt and tighten her thighs with a hiccuped sound. The slow slide of his beard up her neck is a symphony of sensation on her heated, sensitive skin, and one hand leaves his hair to grip the top of his shoulder almost desperately. He knows what she wants. She knows he knows. But she also understands why he always asks, even if she answers before he has scarcely finished. "You, just you, just - fuck me," she manages to bumble out, not the type for such crassness as evidenced by her warm cheeks but completely unrepentant in the moment.
Cover your crystal eyes
And let your colors bleed and blend with mine
And let your colors bleed and blend with mine
