Evie
tell me all of the things
that make you feel at ease
For all the ease and lightheartedness that shines like sunbeams through mist, there is no mistaking the headiness and longing of that cloying fog, and her humor subsides willingly at the sight of such things in the intense stare that pins her without ever touching her skin.When he finally does touch her it’s almost too much. Worshipping him had not left her unaffected, and every nerve feels twice as sensitive. Even the familiar way he blocks out the world with his body above hers makes her ache. “Always,” she assures, though her voice is soft and breathy around her surety. Her mind catches up a moment later, and a half-there laugh escapes her. “Special circumstances of today aside,” she corrects herself, eyes crinkling in shameless self-satisfaction.
Vixen aspects dissolve as his hands move at last, disrobing her with intimate familiarity and descending upon her at last - though far too slowly, which she can certainly complain about without any level of hypocrisy. Tilting her head to the side as her breath hiccups softly and her pulse picks up beneath his lips and tongue, her own hands come between them in the scant space he has left to curl her fingers around his waist. Maybe it’s not having to look him in the eye, the satisfaction of her precious worship, or the fact it’s their honeymoon, but Evie feels no embarrassment descending as she responds boldly. “I want you in every way I can envision having you, as frequently as I can in the time we have. But for now I’d really rather you make love to me,” she murmurs, voice thrumming beneath his lips on her throat, grateful he can’t see (yet) the pink suffusing her cheeks. Somehow it feels stranger than saying fuck instead, despite having luxuriated her attention on him plentifully already.
