tell the wolves I'm home
He could’ve easily made a comment about her books drumming up these segments of imagination, but settled for an impish grin of his own, lured into other fixtures and fragments; both familiar and wanton just the same. “Really,” he drawled instead, hands embracing the way she slid across his lap, forgoing his own plate and utensils and whatever remained of their meal. Forgotten, not so easily done, in the wake of all their other temptations.
Though there were more sauntering within his mind, striving to plan and detail how best to orchestrate it, as the slow, lingering press of her mouth consumed. It would be alluring and enticing and everything simply to stay there, take and snag again within the confines of the chair or deck; a course for later, as he began to give and devise all in one maneuver. His palms slid over her hips as his tongue traced over her lips, fingers reaching, grabbing, and placing her on the ground, before another juvenile smile slid over his features, and he pulled away, back, back, into shadows and encroaching moonlight. “You will have to catch me first.” And then maybe they could have whatever they drummed or dreamed up.
To which he immediately laughed, turned, and ran for the lake; ivory towel barely managing to stay on.
Though there were more sauntering within his mind, striving to plan and detail how best to orchestrate it, as the slow, lingering press of her mouth consumed. It would be alluring and enticing and everything simply to stay there, take and snag again within the confines of the chair or deck; a course for later, as he began to give and devise all in one maneuver. His palms slid over her hips as his tongue traced over her lips, fingers reaching, grabbing, and placing her on the ground, before another juvenile smile slid over his features, and he pulled away, back, back, into shadows and encroaching moonlight. “You will have to catch me first.” And then maybe they could have whatever they drummed or dreamed up.
To which he immediately laughed, turned, and ran for the lake; ivory towel barely managing to stay on.
the ressurected sword
