Evie
tell me all of the things
that make you feel at ease
It's inherently true that Evie is an impatient woman, especially regarding her husband. The mystery of her restraint, however, is for Deimos to unearth. The arch of his brow makes it clear he's intrigued; the rest will come in time. He looks like the King he will never call himself when he is spread out over the petals and linens. Though Evie stands as his equal, she would bow her head to him all the same in any given circumstance, if only to express some pale measure of fealty that might embody the devotion she feels for him with every iota of her soul.
Her own laughter is a soft undercurrent in the wake of his, certain of the truth of his goading. Though his eyes may be hooded and keen, Evie has not asked for something of this caliber before, and she hopes she may yet still be able to surprise him. Leaning lower, the Evergreen presses trailing kisses down the opposite side where her fingers caress, finding yet more skin past the jut of his jaw and down his neck as she murmurs between motes of affection.
"I want you to lay here and let me lavish my love on you," she murmurs, gentle fingers now sliding into his hair to thread between and gently pull to allow yet more access to the column of his throat. "No interrupting, and no touching anyone but yourself." This may yet be the hardest part of the deal, so Evie withdraws and aims her own hooded gaze at him with a slight quirk of a smile that promises a near future of ecstasy. "I want to spoil you for a while." And since this is their honeymoon, surely he cannot deny her.
