Sohalia
This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Oh, don't worry, Koa, there was a very large part of Soh that also didn't want to stop, and for a moment, she worried that perhaps she had said or done the wrong thing by voicing her hesitation. But then Koa agreed, and she felt something inside her relax. They'd gotten a little carried away, that was all, and although her breathing was still a little unsteady and her nerves were quivering with the desire for her brain to shut the fuck up already, she knew that it was the right decision. Even as she lamented the loss of Koa's hand from her hair and the way his grip loosened on her thigh.
Koa pulled away, and she relaxed her grip on him, extricating herself from around his waist. Despite the warmth of the hot springs, she felt cold without him surrounding her, and she swallowed hard against the desire to jump right back into his arms. Surprisingly, Soh was less embarrassed than Koa seemed to be; for perhaps the first time, his cheeks were aflame, and Soh felt oddly powerful for having been the one to cause it. As he stammered an apology, she started to reach to touch his cheek, but stopped herself short, suddenly unsure of what was okay and what wasn't.
"I wanted you to," she assured him softly, a little nervous and unsure. Perhaps he was regretting it. Maybe he hadn't enjoyed it as much as she had. Gods, he wouldn't even look at her now. So she looked away too, her own cheeks heating with embarrassment as she moved to cross her arms across her chest defensively. "I'm sorry if I... did something wrong."
Koa pulled away, and she relaxed her grip on him, extricating herself from around his waist. Despite the warmth of the hot springs, she felt cold without him surrounding her, and she swallowed hard against the desire to jump right back into his arms. Surprisingly, Soh was less embarrassed than Koa seemed to be; for perhaps the first time, his cheeks were aflame, and Soh felt oddly powerful for having been the one to cause it. As he stammered an apology, she started to reach to touch his cheek, but stopped herself short, suddenly unsure of what was okay and what wasn't.
"I wanted you to," she assured him softly, a little nervous and unsure. Perhaps he was regretting it. Maybe he hadn't enjoyed it as much as she had. Gods, he wouldn't even look at her now. So she looked away too, her own cheeks heating with embarrassment as she moved to cross her arms across her chest defensively. "I'm sorry if I... did something wrong."
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
