Evie
tell me all of the things
that make you feel at ease
Bodies go lax and languorous, sliding into more comfortable alignments and configurations, familiar and well-practiced. The thundering of her heart feels overwhelming even as her breaths begin to slow. Everything feels more. It feels like the wildness of magic, and her romantic heart could not have foreseen the sharper sides of hunger and possession that had unfurled in a moment always pictured as purely sweet and loving, for something primordial in her chest purrs at having staked her claim so thoroughly. "They were just bumped down the list a little," she defends playfully, because the hunger caused by their exertion is a shared one. Lifting her head enough to settle both her hands beneath her chin, she watches him from her perch on his sternum, skin tingling pleasantly where his fingers trail idle patterns down her back. "Shower, then pancakes?" The heat of lust may be gone from her eyes, but it is replaced by a shroud of love just as strong, exuding contentment and peace.
